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

When I woke up the next morning, the area beside my bed was already cold.

Chi Ye always leaves quietly and enters without anyone noticing. If it weren't for the newly replaced sunflower bouquet on the coffee table in the living room and the neatly arranged food in the refrigerator as usual, Wen Ying would almost doubt that she had just had a dream last night.

She glanced at the extra piece of women's underwear under the sunlight, and said in an extremely unnatural but forceful tone, "You're not allowed to secretly wash my clothes anymore. I have my own hands."

The camera, of course, did not answer her question; the cold machine could not convey human language. Wen Ying sat alone on the sofa and flipped through a book for a while, when suddenly she became furious.

"Look, look, all you do all day is watch." She glared at the nearest surveillance camera, her expression extremely displeased.

Chi Ye always waited until late at night to appear, and he would sneak around and play tricks, making Wen Ying extremely passive. She could only silently endure the bullying, and she couldn't even see his face clearly.

Wen Ying felt increasingly aggrieved: "I'll cover your eyes."

Without hesitation, she threw down her book and searched the room for anything that could cover the surveillance camera. She took some clothes from Chi Ye's wardrobe, stood on tiptoe, and tied a knot in the tie on the surveillance camera next to the refrigerator.

However, the remaining surveillance cameras were all hung quite high, and Wen Ying couldn't reach them even by standing on a chair. Frustrated, she threw Chi Ye's suit jacket upwards, but the jacket fell straight down and hit her in the face. Wen Ying lost her balance and fell off the chair.

With a "bang," she felt like her bottom was about to split open, but thankfully she didn't hit her head.

Wen Ying sat there for a few seconds when a voice suddenly sounded beside her.

"Did you hurt yourself?" It was Chi Ye who spoke, his tone clearly tense.

Wen Ying immediately pulled off the coat covering her head and looked expectantly to her side, but it was empty except for the faint red light on the surveillance camera above her head.

The expectant look vanished, and Wen Ying pursed her lips, nodded, and said, "It hurts."

Ikeno: "There's a first-aid kit in the drawer under the coffee table. Be careful at home."

Wen Ying kicked her legs and stubbornly insisted, "I don't know how to apply the medicine."

She waited for Chi Ye's voice to come through the monitor again, but the cold-hearted man was heartless to the end. He not only did not appear at the door immediately, but he also did not continue to comfort her through the monitor.

Wen Ying was furious. Chi Ye refused to come out, so she wreaked havoc all over the room, using all the skills she learned in kindergarten to make the living room a mess. In the end, she couldn't stand it anymore and almost had a compulsive disorder attack to restore the mess.

However, she endured it. Didn't Chi Ye like to clean at night? Then she would increase his workload. A messy living room plus the kitchen would be enough to keep Chi Ye busy until the next morning.

Wen Ying never expected that she would be the one who suffered the most. While she was in a daze again, Chi Ye pressed her down on the bed and kissed her for nearly two hours. Wen Ying was like a pancake that had been baked and was repeatedly turned over and over. She was almost driven to the brink of collapse by the torture.

In her hazy state, she heard Chi Ye whisper in her ear, "I haven't slept well for several nights in a row."

Wen Ying cursed him in her heart for asking for it. Chi Ye didn't sleep well, but did she sleep soundly again? Wasn't she just being manipulated in her dreams, unable to even fight back?

Chi Ye seemed to have no idea how to spell the word "satisfaction." His kissing gestures resembled those of a starving person, worried about not having enough to eat next. Yet, when he buried his head in front of Wen Ying, he was like a stray dog ​​that had been abandoned many times and found it difficult to entrust his trust to anyone again. He mumbled "Don't leave me" repeatedly while biting Wen Ying's shoulder painfully.

He's both pitiful and hateful. Wen Ying is being tormented to the point of mental breakdown.

Of course, what's most hateful is this guy's underhanded tactics. Wen Ying was on high alert and didn't eat the dinner and strawberry milk prepared by Chi Ye, but once again she fell asleep at just the right time.

She complained to Ikeno, "You always make me so sleepy that I don't even have time to wash my hair."

So the Snail Fairy's job was expanded to include the midday sun shining on the bed. Wen Ying found that her hair had become flowing and fluffy, with fragrant ends, and had even been coated with hair oil.

Wen Ying: "..."

Should she praise Ikeno for being considerate?

As usual, everything in the living room was restored to its original state. The bouquet on the coffee table was replaced with lisianthus. Wen Ying sat down at the dining table, opened her lunchbox, and took a bite of rice before remembering that the system hadn't appeared for the past few days.

During the few days she spent alone at the Ikeno family home, she completely forgot about the passage of time in her well-maintained routine of regular meals.

It was obvious that Chi Ye was convinced that he had the upper hand in this relationship. He cut off Wen Ying's contact with the outside world, filled the house with surveillance cameras, and kept a close eye on Wen Ying's every move.

Moreover, Chi Ye still appeared gentle, unhurried, and full of patience, knowing that cooking over low heat was the only way to restore the deliciousness of the dish. Wen Ying felt that he was subtly boiling the frog in lukewarm water.

But he was wrong. Wen Ying was not prey that obediently ran into the trap. From beginning to end, their relationship would not be reversed.

On the third day after being locked in this room, Wen Ying put two chairs together and removed the surveillance camera from the bedroom.

Ikeno tacitly approved of this action, and as if he had guessed in advance, he carefully reminded her: "There are insulating tools in the cabinet."

Wen Ying stared at the flashing eyes of the monitor and heard him continue, "Be careful when you come down, don't fall again."

Wen Ying: "I fell down twice while climbing a mountain, and you think I'm that stupid?"

Ikeno said "No," and her voice sounded surprisingly cheerful: "Baby is very smart."

As soon as he finished speaking, the red light on the monitor went out, turning into a piece of scrap metal in Wen Ying's hand.

Wen Ying casually tossed the surveillance camera into the trash can, feeling somewhat annoyed by Chi Ye's "praise."

She knew, of course, that Ikeno would reinstall a new surveillance camera in the bedroom the next day; she just wanted to use the time while her eyes were failing to eliminate the source of her falling into a deep sleep.

The thing that caused the fainting wasn't in the food or strawberry milk, but rather in an inconspicuous recess on the huge golden cage next to the bed in the bedroom. There, a fragrance-like device, similar in color to the cage, was installed. However, it couldn't be smelled during the day. Wen Ying guessed that Chi Ye had set a timer for it, so that it would only activate at night.

Wen Ying removed the switch from the aromatherapy diffuser. She wasn't sure if Chi Ye's phone would receive a notification, but she took a shower at the same time as last night, just to give it a try.

She found the hair oil Chi Ye had given her by the pool, sat on the edge of the bed and carefully applied it to the ends of her hair. The small bottle full of liquid accidentally rolled out of her hand and fell to the side of the pillow, leaving a small, barely noticeable mark.

The aroma wafted over, and she silently apologized to Chi Ye before yawning and falling into a deep sleep.