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

After visiting the market, Wen Ying released several water lanterns with people who were praying for blessings by the river.

The boat-shaped lantern emitted a hazy light, drifting slowly away in the wind. Wen Ying withdrew her gaze and stood up.

Jiang Yusui tested the temperature of the back of her hand, then took her hand and held it in his palm.

The bags he was carrying had all disappeared. Wen Ying asked curiously, "Where did all those things you bought go?"

“If I hold them in my hand, I won’t be able to hold your hand, so I’ve put them here.” Jiang and his attendant took out a scroll from their sleeves. The surface was dusty and looked unremarkable, but when Wen Ying opened it, she discovered that there were a bunch of miniature versions of the pictures on the scroll, which were the things they had just bought.

Jiang Yusui told her that this was a gift given to him by an old man who happened to pass by when he went down the mountain to help others.

Wen Ying smiled and praised him for being "kind-hearted".

He pulled her into his arms: "It's because you told me before you went to sleep to take good care of them."

He simply kept every word she said firmly in his heart and tried to love the world with the same compassion she had shown.

The giant beast that brought them here went off to play elsewhere. Wen Ying remembered the group of cultivators she had encountered on her way down the mountain and suggested that she wanted to experience a thrilling sword flight.

"Okay." Jiang Yusui nodded in agreement.

However, he currently has little knowledge of weapon forging and is preoccupied with household chores all day long. He forgot to forge a proper sword for Wen Ying, so he had to take out the lightsaber that was paired with the mecha and let her experience the technology of sword control.

After hearing his words, Wen Ying had already seen through his true intentions. She turned around and said, "I don't need any other swords. You are enough for me."

Jiang Yusui looked down at her, and Wen Ying leaned back against him, placing her hand on his waist: "Do I still remember someone's promise back then, saying that whatever I need, he would be willing to become it? And that person, have you forgotten?"

"I haven't forgotten. My memory has always been excellent." Jiang Yusui smiled, lowered his head to rub the top of her head, and then kissed her.

He met her eyes and said solemnly, word by word, "I will keep this promise no matter what."

“Okay.” Wen Ying smiled.

Walking among the drifting clouds, moonlight spills around me.

The night sky was filled with stars, those dazzling points of light seemed so close that you could almost touch them.

However, Wen Ying was not longing for that sea of ​​stars at the moment. She had just woken up and was not very sleepy either.

“I want to go to Alphard and France to take a look,” she said to the people behind her.

Jiang and Sui agreed and changed direction.

Centuries have passed, and the world has changed dramatically. The place where Alphard is located is now situated in the middle of a vast ocean.

The people there had lost their memories, yet they still preferred to live in seclusion. Most of them were long-lived, living a peaceful life on the unnoticed fairy island. Wen Ying did not disturb them, but only lingered in the sky above the fairy island for a moment.

From a distance, Wen Ying saw familiar faces: Ye Mingshuang, Wei Min, and...

The woman's pale skirt billowed in the wind as she smiled and spoke to the person beside her.

Her fingers were still so nimble, the garlands she wove were exquisite and beautiful, and her voice was gentle.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, she looked up at the moon.

Wen Ying saw the confusion in her eyes. Not long after, someone in her group called her name. The woman responded, put away the half-finished flower wreath, and walked back to her original path.

The weight on my shoulder came from Jiang Yusui's chin resting on mine.

He turned his head and kissed her cheek affectionately.

Wen Ying touched the bridge of his nose, then moved her finger to the corner of his eye.

Perhaps it was the sight of the scene that stirred up memories, but she couldn't help but reminisce with Jiang Yusui about the past: "I suddenly remembered the first day I met you. You were wearing that strange mask, playing the role of a very aloof person, and you wanted to marry me without saying three words."

When Jiang and Sui reminisce about past embarrassing incidents, their discomfort has greatly diminished.

But there's no reason not to bite a finger that's offered to your mouth.

“Back then… my knowledge wasn’t extensive enough, and I didn’t really understand the rules of society.” He gently bit her fingertip, his earlobes twitching slightly. “I thought that only by getting married could I stand intimately with you.”

He held her wrist, stared at the barely noticeable teeth mark for a few seconds, then lifted her hand and kissed it.

Wen Ying let him manipulate her hands.

Jiang Yusui said, "But you seemed a bit afraid of marriage at the time, so later I thought that maybe if I took a step back, I could win your favor more."

It turns out that he had been adept at using the strategy of retreating to advance from the very beginning, and he had mastered it to perfection.

“I’m no longer afraid of marriage,” Wen Ying said.

Jiang Yusui stopped playing with her ring.

He slowly raised his eyes and looked into her smiling eyes.

Wen Ying smiled and, following local custom, said, "Let's get married, Jiang Yu Sui."

He stared at her intently, as if he hadn't heard her words, but the little flower on Wen Ying's wrist lit up first.

It twinkled and blinked, filled with boundless joy.

Wen Ying called his name again, and Jiang Yusui snapped out of his daze, speaking in a slightly hoarse voice.

"Are you... proposing to me?"

Wen Ying nodded: "Yes."

She repeated the same sentence, but before she could ask "Are you willing?", Jiang Yusui's voice rang out.

"Okay." He gazed at her, trying his best to control himself, but his eyes were still brimming with tears. "I do, let's get married."

Wen Ying pinched the back of his neck to signal him to lower his head, and then, with great care, kissed his eyes.

Throughout the journey, the two never strayed from their wedding, discussing everything from the ceremony and location to the wedding attire they would wear, the banquet hall, and the wine they would use.

“While you were asleep, I brewed a lot of osmanthus wine and buried it all under the trees outside the fence,” Jiang Yusui said. “But I don’t know how it tastes.”

Wen Ying suggested they try it, and when the two returned home, they first dug out the first jar of wine brewed by Jiang Yusui.

The raw material for brewing is the osmanthus that blooms in the golden autumn after this land has been reborn. It is brewed according to Wenying's taste, with more sweetness and a light aroma.

"It's delicious," Wen Ying said after taking a sip.

Jiang Yusui swayed the tip of his tail slightly, but his expression was one of doubt: "Really? The first time I did it, I was a little rusty and almost mixed up the steps."

"Don't you believe me?" Wen Ying leaned closer and touched his lips. "Then you can taste it yourself and see if it's true or not. By the way, the waterproof properties of this body haven't changed, have they?"

“It’s changed slightly.” Jiang Yusui wiped the moisture from the corner of his lips. “The performance is even better than before.”

Wen Ying burst out laughing.

He laughed, stood up, and said he would also dig out the jar of wine brewed last year for comparison.

Jiang returned carrying the wine jar; the cups on the table were already empty.

Wen Ying also seemed to be spacing out, but when he got closer, her gaze became focused.

“Jiang Yu Sui.” She opened her arms to him.

Jiang Yu placed the wine jar on the corner of the table, wrapped her arms around his waist, and nestled comfortably in his embrace.

"I miss you so much." Wen Ying imitated his usual gesture, rubbing against his chest.

Their bodies were pressed so close together that their heartbeats mingled through their clothes, making it impossible to tell whether the erratic rhythm was coming from her or his own.

The night was still, and the silver petals on her wrist seemed to come alive, trembling slowly as she murmured.

"Jiang Yusui," she called his name, "Why aren't you answering? Don't you miss me?"

"Miss you."

Jiang Yu buried his face in her hair, habitually inhaling her scent: "I miss you every day, Wen Ying."

Wen Ying hummed in agreement: "If you miss me, just say it out loud."

"Okay, baby." Jiang Yu kissed the top of her head and obediently repeated what he had just said a few times. When she was satisfied, he lowered his eyes and asked, "I also brought over last year's wine. Would you like to continue tasting it?"

Wen Ying shook her head: "Not for now. You're not allowed to move. Jiang Yu Sui, I want to touch you."

What she meant was that she wanted to touch him in his white wolf form.

But at this moment, Jiang Yusui was in a human body, and Wen Ying held him tightly, unwilling to let go, groping around his body, trying to find soft fur.

Jiang Yusui's belt was untied by her, somehow brushing against something.

The jade pendant fell off, making a crisp "ding" sound.

Jiang Yu Sui had no time to pay attention to anything else, focusing intently on her expression.

"Why can't I touch it, Jiang Yusui? Where's your tail?" Wen Ying seemed to be really drunk, calling out his name with every sentence she spoke.

“Here.” His fluffy wolf tail reached out towards her, and if he had been a second too slow in responding, she would have grabbed his ear.

First she pulled his ears, then pinched his cheeks, and later she directly ripped off his coat, pinned him to the bed, and angrily bit the mole on his collarbone.

"Why is there only a tail left?"

Wen Ying grasped the fluffy, cloud-like tail and squeezed it slightly.

Jiang Yusui's breathing quickened instantly. He earnestly explained that only his tail and ears could be touched, but Wen Ying didn't quite believe him. She insisted that he had hidden the other furry parts, and she began to take off his clothes.

Jiang Yu followed her force and was pushed down onto the bed, letting her peel off his shirt, revealing a large expanse of his chest.

She was about to continue when Jiang grabbed her wrist.

The two men looked at each other.

The window wasn't closed tightly, and a breeze blew in, allowing Wen Ying to slowly regain a sliver of clarity.

Jiang Yusui lay before her, his clothes disheveled, his collarbone and chest covered in wet teeth marks, making her already flushed cheeks burn even hotter.

Jiang Yu released her wrist, looked up at her, tucked the loose strands of hair that had fallen across her face behind her ear, and gazed at her with affection.

“My hair is also fluffy, and it’s very clean since I just washed it,” he said.

Wen Ying touched his head, her fingers running through his hair, which was indeed very soft.

He snuggled against her, a gesture that was originally meant to be affectionate but suddenly took on a different meaning when her hand grasped the base of his tail again, causing Jiang Yusui to stiffen.

He looked up, his eyelashes fluttering, and Wen Ying met his gaze.

He didn't speak, but he understood the permission in that gaze.

It means that we can continue.

His palms were burning hot as they brushed against her skin, grasped her waist, straightened up slightly, kissed her neck, and held her lips in his mouth, rubbing them with his canine teeth.

……

It was an incredibly indulgent night.

Jiang Yu Sui's waterproof performance was indeed excellent; he didn't finish bathing her until dawn broke on the horizon.

After Jiang Yusui changed the sheets, Wen Ying lay down, leaned against his chest, and lost consciousness.

She was asleep, but Jiang Yusui lingered, his eyes wide open. For some reason, after waking up from his daze, he felt a vague unease.

Wen Ying woke up suddenly, as if she could also fall asleep again just as suddenly.

However, she slowly woke up around noon.

As soon as Wen Ying opened her eyes, she said she wanted to eat something. Jiang Yusui hugged and kissed her for a while, then got out of bed and brought over yesterday's snacks to tide her over.