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

Wen Ying fell silent, then casually scrolled through Weibo. The names on the trending list were all familiar faces, but the entries about Shen Zhu had sunk to the bottom and were almost invisible.

Wen Ying felt conflicted. Just then, Shen Zhu finished wiping the floor, washed his hands, and sat down next to her. Wen Ying then showed him the screen in her hand.

"Your investment in the show may be in vain."

Shen Zhu glanced at it casually and said indifferently, "It's okay, black and red are still red." He then pointed out that he had worked so hard, but Wen Ying's gaze remained fixed on her phone, not even glancing at him.

Wen Ying said, "Because you look very focused, I don't want to disturb you."

"What kind of disturbance is this?" Shen Zhu asked, annoyed, as he took her phone away. "I want compensation."

With his hands still wet with water droplets, he lifted Wen Ying's chin, lowered his head, and leaned in to kiss her.

In their private space, Shen Zhu's kisses were even more passionate than during the day. Wen Ying's lips were reddened by his sucking, and she felt a faint, wet, swollen sensation. Her tongue was also slightly numb, and she became a light boat drifting with the current, under the control of another person.

The room was heated by the floor. Shen Zhu's palm was pressed against her skin, gently caressing it. The cool water droplets evaporated from her body heat and turned into stickier sweat.

Wen Ying felt short of breath and reached out to push Shen Zhu's chest, saying breathlessly, "Rest for a while."

She turned her face away, but before she could even take a few breaths, Shen Zhu came close again, kissing and licking her lips until Wen Ying slapped the back of her head, at which point he reluctantly stopped.

She opened her mouth, but Shen Zhu's embrace tightened, almost melting Wen Ying into his body.

He was still not satisfied, so he pulled Wen Ying onto his lap, wrapped his arms around her face to face, and buried his face in the crook of her neck.

"I like you so much." Shen Zhu began to confess in a clingy manner, "When I kiss you, I feel like I'm about to die."

Wen Ying felt that she was about the same. Shen Zhu's kissing skills were inexperienced, but every move was deadly, making her feel dizzy.

Not only was Wen Ying dizzy, but her body was also burning up. The person next to her felt like a furnace. Wen Ying inadvertently moved her legs, but Shen Zhu reached out and pressed them down.

"Hold me for a while longer."

A muffled sound came from beside her ear, and Shen Zhu kissed her neck, sniffing her gently like a puppy.

Wen Ying felt as if he were a small animal sniffing food, his warm breath spraying down, making the skin on her neck slightly itchy.

"Do you remember when we were in junior high, there was a time when I always liked to borrow tissues from you?" Shen Zhu suddenly said.

Wen Ying didn't understand why he suddenly brought this up, so she followed her memory and remembered the vague outline.

“I remember you would borrow a whole pack every time, and then ask me for it again the second time we met.” Wen Ying recalled the scene with a hint of helplessness. “At the time, I couldn’t understand why you were such a big paper consumer and were specifically targeting me. If it weren’t for the fact that you only borrowed paper and not money, I would have even suspected that I was being blackmailed.”

"..." Shen Zhu paused, then quickly kissed her cheek, his tone unusually embarrassed, "The first tissue you lent me was a 'Heart to Heart' brand, it smelled so good, I thought that was your scent."

Wen Ying was also stunned for a moment, and felt Shen Zhu bury his face back into the crook of her neck.

"And... now?" she asked, a strange unease creeping over her. "What do I taste like?"

"I don't know, it's hard to describe. Maybe it's the scent of strawberry milk, lollipop, rose and camellia... Anyway, it's a scent that touches my heart."

Shen Zhu hugged her tightly again: "I like you so much."

Wen Ying touched his hair: "I like you too."

Shen Zhu chuckled, raised his head, his amber pupils overflowing with tenderness as he looked directly into her eyes.

"I love you, Wen Ying."

His voice was soft.

I loved you in the past, I love you now, and even when my heart stops beating someday in the future... I will still be unable to stop loving you.

Shen Zhu's affection is like the blazing summer sun, always grand and imposing, but the moment he utters "I love you," it transforms into the quiet snowflakes of a winter night, falling silently and imperceptibly.

It spreads across the entire land and also covers Wenying's heart.

Wen Ying's hand slowly moved upwards, encircling Shen Zhu's back, holding him tightly against her, and then gently touched him, promising, "I love you too, forever."

They expressed their love for each other, embraced, and kissed for a long time.

After a deep kiss, Wen Ying leaned weakly against Shen Zhu, feeling listless and unwilling to move, nor did she want him to move.

Shen Zhu feigned melancholy: "I was originally planning to show off my skills in the kitchen and let you experience my culinary arts."

Wen Ying glanced at him: "You can actually cook?"

"It's just a life instinct that people who have gone through studying abroad have to learn." Shen Zhu sighed. "At first, I also blew the kitchen to pieces, but after years of experience, I finally managed to barely reach a five-star level."

Wen Ying smiled and, as usual, praised him, "You're really amazing."

But now it's late at night, and despite his passion, the chef can only pick up his phone and order takeout.

When Wen Ying was making the payment, Shen Zhu suddenly remembered that he had promised to pay her in the car. Unfortunately, his phone was now useless, so he offered to borrow Wen Ying's phone to log into her social media account and transfer a large sum of money to her.

Wen Ying was a little puzzled, thinking that going around in circles was too much trouble, but Shen Zhu looked expectant, as if paying her was some kind of grand, ceremonial event, so Wen Ying had no choice but to go along with him.

After successfully logging in, Shen Zhu subconsciously clicked on the pinned contact. Wen Ying saw how quickly he acted, entering the amount and filling in "voluntary donation" in one go, as if afraid she would change her mind, and immediately found it a little funny.

Halfway up her lips, she suddenly realized something was wrong.

"I don't think I've added you as a friend before, have I?"

On the first day of filming the variety show, the six guests created a group chat. Shen Zhu was the group owner, but it was Guo Jingye who pulled Wen Ying into the group.

As for Shen Zhu, he made excuses from the very beginning to refuse to add Wen Ying as a friend.

Shen Zhu: "!" He paused, looking at Wen Ying, "Let me explain..."

Unfortunately, it was too late. Wen Ying glanced at him out of the corner of her eye and said lightly, "Give it to me." Shen Zhu had no choice but to hand over what he was holding.

Wen Ying glanced down and saw that her own image was indeed on the screen, placed at the very top by Shen Zhu.

Shen Zhu saved her contact as "the highest ideal," followed by emoticons and a bunch of colorful hearts.

Wen Ying: "I never imagined your inner world was so colorful."

Shen Zhu kissed her ear affectionately again and again: "Because of your arrival, my world is full of color."

He can now say these mushy things so easily, and Wen Ying is not surprised at all. She lets the tingling, itchy feeling fall on her ear and continues to slide her fingertips up the screen.

Surprisingly... she actually managed to find several pages of chat history.