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

Wen Ying knew immediately that he was talking nonsense. Every light in the room was on, making it as bright as day.

She didn't speak, so Shen Zhu rubbed his ears and changed his approach: "Okay, I'm not scared, but I'm afraid you will be."

"Thank you," Wen Ying said, "but please don't nest dolls."

“Okay, I just don’t want to be separated from you.” Shen Zhu stood up.

The bathroom door was only slightly ajar. Wen Ying leaned against the door, his entire body completely covered by a bath towel, but he couldn't help but blush.

"Aren't you cold..." he asked slowly.

Wen Ying nodded and instructed, "Go get me my pajamas."

Shen Zhu went and came back, walking very fast, as if he was really afraid that Wen Ying would get cold.

He slowed down as he reached the door and handed over the clothes.

“I didn’t know what style you usually wear, so I just grabbed something random.” He said with difficulty, “And the underwear… I just grabbed that too.”

Damp steam drifted out of the bathroom, and Shen Zhu's outstretched arm, with its prominent veins, stood out starkly against the pure white fabric.

Wen Ying looked down and said "thank you." As they exchanged clothes, her damp fingertips slipped through the soft gauze and landed on Shen Zhu's pulse.

"I'm going to change my clothes," Wen Ying said, preparing to close the door.

The next moment, the hand that had handed her the clothes was placed against the door. Shen Zhu opened the door, stepped into the steamy air, put his arm around her shoulder, and kissed her.

The pajamas slipped from her hands. Wen Ying wanted to pick them up, but Shen Zhu didn't give her a chance to speak, swallowing all her voices between his lips and tongue. Wen Ying could only passively tilt her head back, her neck forming a fragile arc.

Water droplets condensed on the ceiling kept dripping down. The sound was clear at first, but gradually it became inaudible.

The faint sounds were replaced by deafening heartbeats. Wen Ying could sense the heavy breathing of the person in front of her, but she herself could hardly breathe in the thin air. Like a drowning person sinking deep into the sea, her soul swayed, and the oxygen that entered her lips was barely keeping her alive.

She closed her eyes, and Shen Zhu's hand, which was on her shoulder, slowly moved down, the scalding heat sweeping over her shoulder blades, back, and taut waistline, before lifting her up.

Wen Ying's body was lifted into the air, and she was held in his arms. She felt weightless and opened her eyes, instinctively hugging him tighter.

"you……"

A broken sound escaped her throat, and Shen Zhu seemed to guess what she was worried about: "You won't fall..."

His lips were pressed against hers, making his voice indistinct.

Wen Ying's vision was blurry, but she could vaguely see the sink right in front of her. She kicked her leg lightly, wanting Shen Zhu to carry her over.

Unexpectedly, Shen Zhu misunderstood her intentions and moved his arm to trap her legs around his waist.

This time he held her even tighter, and kissed her even more fiercely. Her rosy lips glistened with moisture, and Wen Ying's eyes were also flushed with a blush, glistening with tears.

She felt weak and her legs could barely hold on, almost slipping off his waist. Shen Zhu kindly let her go, took a few steps forward, and placed her on the marble countertop.

The mist in the corner of her eyes was wiped away with her fingertips. Wen Ying's gaze met his, and their eyes met for only a second before Shen Zhu leaned down again, unable to resist, but instead of kissing her lips, he bit her neck.

It didn't hurt, just a slight numbness, like an electric current, making her flinch uncomfortably.

"Wen Ying, I didn't bring strawberry milk today," he said in a muffled voice.

Wen Ying was stunned, but she also sensed danger in the veiled tone.

"There doesn't seem to be any milk at home..."

Shen Zhu buried his face in her neck and chuckled softly.

"What should I do? I'm going to have insomnia."

He turned his face to find the most intensely beating pulse, and gently licked it with a warm, moist touch.

"You have to take responsibility for me..."

……

"Did I do a good job this time?"

Wen Ying felt weak all over. She felt Shen Zhu take her hand and gently place it on the top of her head, just like before. He tilted his head back, nuzzled her like a puppy, and said, "Praise me."

She seemed to hear the sound of ocean waves in her ears, and she heard herself say, "You did a great job." Then Shen Zhu pulled her into a tight embrace.

Shen Zhu tilted his head, wanting to kiss him, but had to stop himself and said, "I'm going to wash my face."

Wen Ying paused for a moment: "Remember to brush your teeth."

Shen Zhu laughed out loud: "Okay, as you wish."

Feeling sticky all over, Wen Ying felt like her bath had been a complete waste.

Her pajamas were no longer wearable. When Shen Zhu picked them up from the ground, the pure white clothes were soaked beyond recognition.

Shen Zhu said "sorry" to her insincerely, and Wen Ying glanced at him. He then said "sorry" to the pajamas and promised, "I'll wash them for you."

Wen Ying glanced at him, but Shen Zhu saw no threat in her eyes. He leaned in and kissed the tip of her ear.

"I mean, I'll wash your pajamas for you," Shen Zhu said ingratiatingly. "Don't misunderstand me."

Wen Ying rested for a long time before finally recovering. She raised her leg and kicked him, landing on his knee. Shen Zhu did not dodge.

He held her ankle, put her slippers on, lifted her off the table, and volunteered again: "I'll go run the water for you."

This process felt damn familiar, and Wen Ying became somewhat wary: "Just bring me my pajamas, you don't need to do anything else, I can do it myself."

Shen Zhu could only say, "Okay." With Wen Ying's slightly dangerous countdown in hand, he retrieved the new clothes, clutched his wet pajamas, and left dejectedly, looking back every few steps.

By the time Wen Ying finished her second shower, it was almost midnight.

Shen Zhu had finished showering in another bathroom and was hanging her clothes on the balcony.

Wen Ying walked over, and Shen Zhu was smoothing out the wrinkles on the last piece of clothing.

Wen Ying looked up: "Why don't you use the washing machine?"

"It's too late, it'll disturb the neighbors, they'll complain," Shen Zhu said casually.

"..." Wen Ying looked at him without saying a word.

“Okay, I want to wash your clothes myself.” Shen Zhu turned around and hugged her. “What’s the point of a cold machine? I want to hand wash your clothes for the rest of my life, so you can always feel the warmth of home.”

Wen Ying said, "Thank you, I feel very warm." Then she pinched his lips, which were about to come closer, and said, "No more kissing, we've already seriously exceeded our limit for kisses today."

Shen Zhu kissed her fingers earnestly: "I'll take out a loan."

Wen Ying pursed her lips slightly, looking at him with a half-smile.

Their eyes met, and Shen Zhu cupped her cheeks again, unrestrained and full of courage: "Consider today a loan from me, and tomorrow I'll pay you back double—no, triple."

Shen Zhu was the most cunning person in the world. Wen Ying found it amusing, but her lips were swollen and she was extremely tired, so she coldly refused him, announcing that she was going to sleep and that no one else was allowed to touch her.

Shen Zhu looked disappointed, but when Wen Ying placed a light kiss on his chin, his eyes lit up again, and he became the easiest person in the world to coax. He lifted her up by her legs and carried her back to the bedroom.

Once inside the room, figuring out where to sleep became a new problem.

Although they were still intimately close in the bathroom half an hour ago, letting their ambiguity grow, Shen Zhu's ears turned red again as he stood by Wen Ying's bed.

This person seems to have two faces; sometimes he is so ferocious that he looks like he wants to tear people apart and devour them, and sometimes he is so innocent that it is terrifying.