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

However, Wen Ying was so sleepy that she could barely open her eyes. She weakly reached out and patted the edge of the bed. Shen Zhu then raised his hand to turn off the light in the room, knelt down, and embraced her.

"Your bed is so low," Shen Zhu said in the darkness.

"Yes, because I'm afraid of falling."

Wen Ying half-closed her eyelids and felt Shen Zhu's embrace around her waist tighten, and he kissed her between the eyebrows.

"If I hold you, we won't fall."

Wen Ying laughed and turned her head to try to find Shen Zhu's lips, but the curtains were tightly closed and the room was pitch black. She didn't know where her kiss landed, and Shen Zhu's breathing became heavier.

Even through the thin fabric, her body pressed against his became burning hot.

But it was already too late, so Shen Zhu simply held her slender waist and gently caressed it with his palm.

The stroking motions were rhythmic and surprisingly hypnotic, making Wen Ying even sleepier. She snuggled closer to him, found a more comfortable position, and fell asleep within minutes.

In the middle of the night, Wen Ying was awakened by the dryness in her throat. She struggled for a few seconds between getting up to pour water and going back to sleep, when she suddenly felt someone stroking the top of her head.

Not only was her hair being stroked, but she also felt a heat rising from her waist, and light, gentle kisses fell on her lips, as if afraid of waking her.

Wen Ying opened her eyes and caught a glimpse of light in the darkness. Shen Zhu was also staring at her with his eyes open, not blinking.

Being stared at while sleeping seemed a bit eerie, but since the person in front of her was Shen Zhu, Wen Ying didn't feel any sudden fright, and was even a little puzzled.

"You woke up so early?" She took out her phone and glanced at it. "It's not even four o'clock yet."

The screen's light was blinding. Shen Zhu hugged her tighter, pulled the phone out, and tossed it aside.

"I want to look at you a little longer," he said softly, "so I can't bear to close my eyes."

"..." Wen Ying put her arm around his waist and patted him like she was coaxing a child, "I'm right here beside you. Even if you close your eyes, I won't disappear."

Shen Zhu didn't say anything, but kissed the top of her head.

Wen Ying was a little puzzled: "Why are you suddenly afraid that I will disappear? Did you have a nightmare...?"

Shen Zhu fell silent, a rare occurrence for him.

After about half a minute, she finally spoke slowly, as if she couldn't help herself, "I did have a nightmare, but not today, but a month ago."

Shen Zhu's tone was serious. Wen Ying looked up, touched his face, and asked softly, "What did you dream about?"

“By the sea, a hurricane, cold air, and a small house,” Shen Zhu recalled. “You told me not to go out, that it would be dangerous if I opened the door, and that I should stay in the room and wait for you.”

Wen Ying listened quietly.

"Before you left, you played a piano piece for me and told me that if I got bored, I could write some nice lyrics for the piece so that I could play and sing it for you when you came back."

"But then, you didn't come back. I waited alone in the little wooden house by the sea for a very long time, until the long polar night passed and turned into eternal day, until... I felt a longing and opened the door to look for you."

Wen Ying's heart skipped a beat for some reason, and she asked, "And then?"

“There was no then. I woke up later.” Shen Zhu chuckled. “After waking up, my longing intensified, and my illness worsened. I could no longer bear the separation and waiting, so I decided to go see you in person, which led to what happened later.”

Wen Ying smiled, tilted her head up and kissed him on the cheek, comforting him, "Dreams are all fake, because in reality, I can't play the piano at all."

“I can teach you,” Shen Zhu suggested. “Maybe you’re a genius at learning instruments and you’ll pick it up right away. Then I can put your name on the composition of my new album.”

Wen Ying shook her head and said "No," then buried her head back down and added sullenly, "I don't really like music."

The two of them chatted for a long time, and Wen Ying almost forgot that she was thirsty. It took her a long time to realize that she had asked Shen Zhu to help her pour water.

Shen Zhu got up and left the bed. Before leaving, he placed a kiss on Wen Ying's cheek. His reluctant expression made it seem as if even these few steps were an extremely difficult farewell.

The room fell silent. Wen Ying lay in the darkness, looking at the equally dark ceiling.

【Ding. 】

The system's voice, tinged with joy, asked: "Why did you suddenly think of calling me out?"

It's nothing, I just wanted you to help me update me on the progress of the strategy.

[You still remember the strategy quest! I thought you had already decided to forget everything and stay by Shen Zhu's side to live happily ever after.]

The system's sarcastic tone was automatically ignored by Wen Ying, who signaled it to hurry up and report, then leave as soon as it finished.

[Ding, current world plot progress: 50%, current world male lead's favorability: 30.]

The system hissed: [The favorability is increasing so quickly, but the plot is stuck. That's strange.]

Wen Ying didn't find it strange at all. Shen Chi's feelings for her had changed. It must be because Shen Zhu had secretly said a lot of good things about her, thus reducing Shen Chi's prejudice against her.

As for the plot...

The system continued its incessant persuasion: "If the plot doesn't progress, even if you gain a lot of favor, it will be in vain. If you don't actively pursue the plot, your strategy is destined to fail."

Upon hearing this, Wen Ying suddenly smiled.

What if I told you that I'm destined to never win over the male protagonist of this world? What if the plot you're talking about is just meant to make me fail and be trapped in this world forever?

The system was confused: "What does that mean?"

Wen Ying did not answer for a moment. It came to its senses from its dazed confusion and its words became more intense.

Are you questioning the accuracy of the story because you don't trust me, or is it because...?

Its words stopped there, as if it dared not continue.

Ignoring its fear, Wen Ying slowly spoke: "Yes, I cannot believe in the god you worship."

Having been transported to this world eighteen years ahead of schedule, Wen Ying's first fall in love began in every moment she was pampered by her family.

Blissful happiness was about to overflow, and Wen Ying was keenly aware of the world's falsehood, yet she was also captivated by genuine love. In her long eighteen years of life, she couldn't see everyone around her as mere NPCs existing only for the plot; instead, she began to ponder the difference between side quests and the main storyline. Perhaps in others' lives, she was just an insignificant supporting character.

The unopenable strategy quest dragged her into a new round of emptiness. On one hand, there was the system's constant guidance, the plot of life etched into her mind, brainwashing her into following the rules of fate; on the other hand... there were the lies and betrayals of the gods.

Wen Ying said: "The male protagonist of this world is Shen Chi, but the other protagonist has never been me."

The system was greatly astonished and stammered for a while before saying: "Your conjecture is completely unfounded. There is no second conqueror in this world, nor will there be a second conqueror system. Furthermore, even if you have doubts, you shouldn't be disrespectful to the Supreme God."

Wen Ying opened her mouth, and footsteps approached from afar, gradually arriving at the open bedroom door.

God is omnipotent and all-powerful; if you let God hear this, you will be punished.

The system hastily uttered its last lingering words before hastily diving into the depths of consciousness and disappearing.