Quick Transmigration: Let Me Tell You, I'm a Social Anxiety Person

"Zhao Qi said you broke up with him." A muffled voice came from his shoulder.

Ikeno asked, "Do you still think it's immoral to be with me? Or do you think I was a mistake?"

Wen Ying paused in her attempt to break free from the embrace: "That's not what I meant."

This statement, whether answering either of the two questions, offered no further comfort to Ikeno.

"Can't you like me?" Ikeno asked again.

However, this question received no response.

Ikeno waited patiently until a cool evening breeze brought a gentle rustling of petals that began to fall softly.

A petal fell onto Wen Ying's shoulder. Chi Ye looked at that faint pink spot, like a prisoner facing trial with nowhere to turn, and felt an unusual calm in his heart.

But the expected silence did not continue; Wen Ying spoke, breaking the silence.

“You can like it,” Wen Ying said, “just a little bit.”

She spoke in her usual miserly tone, as if revealing any more clues would lead to her complete exposure.

"Let go of me first, we've been hugging for a long time," Wen Ying said again.

Chi Ye couldn't care less about anything else. The sudden sweet bomb dropped on him, and he felt dizzy for a moment. His heart, which had been heavy for days, finally started to beat again. Instead of letting go, he hugged Wen Ying even tighter.

Chi Ye turned his head and quickly planted a kiss on Wen Ying's face.

"A placebo." He didn't even know where he had kissed her, and said this when Wen Ying glared at him angrily.

Wen Ying was speechless. Remembering that the person in front of her was still sick, she swallowed back the words she wanted to say.

She reached out and touched his forehead, and Chi Ye cooperated by gently rubbing it against her palm.

"I don't feel like I have a fever anymore," Ikeno said.

Wen Ying felt the lingering warmth in his palm and thought to himself, "No way, he's almost been burned senseless."

"Go to the infirmary," she suggested sincerely.

Ikeno stubbornly said "no need," wanting to stay with her a little longer: "I brought medicine, you'll feel better after taking it."

As he spoke, he took Wen Ying's hand and reached into the side of his pocket to take out the medicine.

"..." Wen Ying slammed on the brakes just before she touched the fabric. "Where are you leading me?"

"I didn't touch it, I just took the medicine." Chi Ye looked completely innocent, spreading out his palm to show Wen Ying the strip of pills he had just taken out.

"You've really been burned to the point of being mentally impaired."

Wen Ying glared at him, her anger completely shut out. Chi Ye didn't understand what she was saying at all; his attention was focused on her hands hanging by her sides, hoping she would take his hand.

But Wen Ying didn't. Seeing that she was walking very fast, Chi Ye assumed that she was really exhausted and hungry and couldn't wait any longer. So he took two long strides to catch up with her, took her hand, and walked towards the cafeteria.

It was already quite late, and there were only a few scattered people in the restaurant. Wen Ying chose the most convenient window seat, and after waiting for a few minutes, the two of them sat down at the same table.

Chi Ye was originally sitting opposite Wen Ying, but after Wen Ying finished disassembling the disposable chopsticks, he moved to sit next to her at some point.

He even said, "I see that's how they all sit."

It refers to a couple eating together not far away.

Wen Ying said, "Really?" She slowly raised her left hand, which was being held tightly by the person next to her. "Do they hold hands like this when they eat?"

Ikeno said, "I don't know, I'll observe for a while longer."

Regardless of the outcome of the observation, he never let go of Wen Ying's hand from beginning to end.

Even opening pills requires using only one hand, a clumsy and laborious process.

Wen Ying wanted to help him, but Chi Ye seemed very determined and looked quite pleased with himself, so she let him be.

"Will you continue living in the dormitory after this? Or will you go home?" Wen Ying suddenly asked halfway through the meal.

Ikeno said, "I went back to the dorm to pack my things. I'll be living at home from now on."

He turned around, his eyes bright: "Do you want to come back with me? The hammock we chose together has arrived."

"A hanging chair? Installed in the study?"

Ikeno answered "yes," and added that he had placed many easier-to-grow flowers and plants on his balcony. After the rain, the sky cleared up, and a few butterflies flew up.

Wen Ying thought about the scene and realized it was indeed one she would like.

She nodded, then inexplicably recalled the conversation she overheard in front of the elevator on the day she left the Ikeno family home, and asked curiously, "By the way, is that floor upstairs also your apartment?"

Chino seemed to be stunned for a moment, and after a few seconds of reaction, she said slowly, "Why do you ask that?"

Wen Ying answered truthfully: "I overheard you talking to someone at your house before, saying that you were going to move things upstairs. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to eavesdrop, I just happened to hear it."

Chi Ye said, "It's nothing." His expression showed a moment of confusion, which Wen Ying interpreted as a reaction of drowsiness after taking the medicine.

She shook their still clasped hands and said, "I'm done eating. Let's go back."

Ikeno snapped out of his reverie at her smile, smiled gently, and whispered, "Okay."

Walking slowly in the night.

With the girls' dormitory building almost in sight, Wen Ying suddenly had a bright idea: "How about I take you back to your dormitory?"

Ikeno said, "No need."

A faint smile appeared on Wen Ying's face, and she shook her interlocked hands like a primary school student making friends.

She leaned close to Chi Ye, her cheek very close to his collarbone: "Really don't want to?"

Ikeno wavered, his eyes trembling slightly. He leaned down and placed a kiss on her forehead.

“I really want to, but no,” he said. “If you walk me home, I’ll be very reluctant to let you go when we get to the boys’ dormitory. Then I’ll hold your hand and walk you home again.”

Wen Ying thought about it for a moment and found Chi Ye's description somewhat amusing; sending things back and forth was indeed something Chi Ye would do.

She couldn't help but laugh: "In that case, we'll spend the whole night on this. We'll have walked over 10,000 steps and gloriously earned 296 energy balls."

Chino had no idea where her thoughts had wandered off to, but when they reached the foot of the crabapple tree, he hugged her tightly again.

"Wen Ying," he called her name, "Will you like me tomorrow too?"

Then she felt a gentle pat on her back from the person in her arms. Wen Ying was held in his arms and said in a very gentle tone, "I will like you."

Is it still just a little bit?

He didn't ask the question aloud; the atmosphere was too nice and warm, like a soft ball of cotton or a thick, hazy fog.

Ikeno was always worried that her dreams would disappear during the day, so she couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

Just as one fears the feathers before them will drift away again, one holds on tightly before the wind blows, as if there is no tomorrow.