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

"Later, I found out that what I thought was a test was all fake. You didn't recognize me at all when we first met."

Chi Ye lifted Wen Ying's hand and touched it to his lips.

"I got to know you first, and then, through repeated, seemingly clear-headed observations, I fell for you."

The bright and warm room was completely abandoned, and the fear of loss gripped his heart. Ikeno played along with her act, and in the end, he himself could no longer distinguish between dreams and reality.

Wen Ying looked up and heard him continue slowly and firmly, "It was me who fell in love with you first."

"So, even knowing that some things are fake, I still can't tolerate... you getting close to other people."

Among the group of people at Zhao Qi's birthday party, one of the boys came from a very wealthy family. The female blogger's post was deleted twice, and when it was posted for the last time, the blogger's traffic was restricted, and the hype died down.

Many people still remember this incident and are speaking out on the internet, while others choose to muddy the waters and try to achieve a lose-lose situation.

The night Zhao Qi left school, his accomplices bought medicine and waited outside to meet him.

She thought the woman in the hotel room was the foolish Li Weiwei who had taken the bait, but when she opened the door, she found a group of men.

“A previous overseas business partner had very strange tastes. He threatened me to help him find a partner to spend the night with, or he would bankrupt me. I had no choice but to let Zhao Qi and his friends, along with the things they bought, make the most of them.”

Chi Ye gently rubbed Wen Ying's cheek with his fingertip and said in a very soft voice, "You don't think I'm scary, do you? I was forced."

Forced? Wen Ying noticed that those smiling eyes had turned dark again, and wondered if Chi Ye would ever be forced or threatened.

Based on his consistent style, it's a good thing he doesn't threaten others.

Wen Ying said, "How could that be? You did the right thing. Mass unemployment would place a huge burden on society."

Ikeno was satisfied and leaned closer to her in an even more vulnerable manner, resting his entire body on her shoulder.

"So petite and delicate? Do you want me to feed you next?" Wen Ying patted his head.

Chi Ye said, "I didn't think that way." Then, when Wen Ying served him food, he obediently opened his mouth.

"Do you want to have a cat?" Ikeno suddenly asked.

Wen Ying was used to his occasional flights of fancy and said, "I've thought about it, but I don't plan to raise one."

Ikeno said, "My previous profile picture—you weren't looking at me when it was taken. You were feeding the cats, petting their heads, and talking to them."

Wen Ying said, "Back then, I didn't like communicating with other people. I felt more comfortable talking to animals. Of course, I could also choose not to talk."

Chi Ye gave an "Oh," and lowered his head dejectedly: "It's a pity I'm a human, not an animal."

"..." Wen Ying rubbed his head hard. "I don't like communicating with others, but I like talking to you. You are different from everyone else in the world."

Chi Ye pressed for details, asking, "Where is the difference?" Wen Ying replied, "It's your aura. I always feel that there are some things about you that are quite similar to mine... To this world, I should be an alien, but strangely enough, you've resonated with the brainwaves of an alien."

Wen Ying praised him: "You're amazing, so I don't want to be a human being kept by a cat for the time being. I want to be with you."

Ikeno accepted the hard-won praise, smiled subtly, and pulled her arm to lift her back onto his lap.

He said with great anticipation, "Now I've learned a better way to communicate than through language, and we can communicate every day."

Wen Ying: "..." I really wanted to hit him a couple of times.

But she didn't, because Ikeno grabbed her fist, pressed her chin down, and kissed her.

Wen Ying's free hand grasped the hem of Chi Ye's clothes, and then, with deeper breaths, moved to his chest. Chi Ye's heart pounded violently under the fabric of her hand.

Wen Ying felt sweetness and snuggled closer into his embrace, yet also felt heartache.

In the past, because of an inexplicable sense of pity, she did her best to maintain the plot and prevent Ikeno's life from going astray when the system proposed "reshaping".

She said many things against her will because of this, and those words may have been seen through by Ikeno, or they may have actually deceived him.

His heart shattered again and again in places she couldn't see, and Wen Ying thought that the worst outcome would only be heartache.

I never thought the soul could feel pain.

What will Ikeno be thinking when she is being reshaped? Will she hate this world, and hate the hand that controls her destiny?

Perhaps he wasn't thinking anything, and he didn't hate anything.

In the past cycles of reincarnation, Ikeno's life always stopped at the age of twenty-two.

Some accused him of being a madman, saying he didn't understand love and couldn't learn to love, and didn't deserve the salvation of fate.

Some people in his world praised him, saying that he was young and promising and could achieve great things, and that he remembered his teacher and was compassionate.

But in Wen Ying's world, Ikeno is simply himself.

Wen Ying was so dizzy from the kisses that she was caught off guard and suddenly attacked. Chi Ye carried her to the sofa and talked to her for a while.

This time she was completely exhausted and so weak that she couldn't even lift a finger.

Chi Ye felt very ashamed and busied himself massaging and bathing her. Despite Wen Ying's slight refusal, he stepped into the bathtub with her.

Wen Ying: "..."

Forget it, she doesn't even have the energy to curse.

She lay down and let Chi Ye wash her hair, dry her body, and return to bed.

The sheets had already been changed, and Wen Ying lay on the clean and dry sheets, feeling that she could fall asleep in a second.

But Chi Ye was right next to her, holding her hand and leaning in to bite her ear.

"Wen Ying, would you like to stay downstairs for a few days? We haven't tried the hanging chair yet."

“…I don’t want to.” Wen Ying had already mastered the skill of spotting grammatical errors perfectly.

“Okay,” Ikeno said regretfully, “but staying here is quite nice, it’s more convenient.”

"..."

"Wen Ying, I've said so much, why don't you ever ask me why?"

Wen Ying, with her eyes closed, asked, "What do you mean, why..."

"Why can't I understand love, and why can't I learn how to love?"

Wen Ying, still half-asleep, slapped him across the face: "Haven't you learned it yet?... Maybe you already knew it."

Chi Ye rubbed against her palm again and finally shut up.

Half an hour later.

Wen Ying opened her eyes in the darkness, numbly looking at the person whose breathing had already stabilized.

She couldn't sleep, she just couldn't sleep. She didn't know if it was because she had overexerted herself or was too excited, but her body ached terribly, and she couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

Wen Ying lowered her head. Chi Ye had his eyes closed like a sleeping beauty. In the darkness, his features were much gentler than during the day.

She patted his face: "Get up, don't sleep."

"..." Ikeno squinted, his expression blank.

Wen Ying herself was feeling unwell, so she turned around and bothered him.

"The bed you made is so hard. My back and legs hurt, and I feel uncomfortable all over."

Ikeno reached out and pulled her into his arms, letting her put her legs on him.

Wen Ying poked his abs: "You're not exactly soft either."

"..."

Chi Ye kissed the top of her head and rubbed her waist with one hand: "I'm so sorry, I've wronged you."

Wen Ying pinched his ear with her fingers: "Didn't you say you were going to buy me earrings last time? Where are the earrings? You got them but you don't cherish them."

Ikeno said, "I'm sorry, I'll have someone bring it to you now."

Wen Ying said dejectedly, "Never mind, I don't really want it anyway."

Ikeno stopped talking and cupped her face in his hands.

He expected to see a disappointed look, but instead she leaned in and kissed him, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Wen Ying said, "Let's not get earrings, let's buy a ring instead."