My Socially Anxious Boyfriend

My boyfriend was extremely socially anxious. Even after living together for six months, I had never truly seen him.

In the morning, I would wake up to find a hearty breakfast laid out on the table, yet he was nowhere to be found.

In the evening, I would return home to a spotless house, with a delicious dinner ready and waiting.

I would thank him through the door, and he would always reply, “You’re welcome.”

One night, I woke up in the middle of the night and suddenly felt someone silently staring at me from the edge of the bed. Terrified, I screamed.

But he was even more frightened than I was, stumbling and scrambling to flee.

Later, I invited him to go on a trip with me.

He leaned against the crack of the door, shaking his head, “N-no… no…”

Frustrated, I said, “You’re definitely coming with me this time.”

From the door crack, he slid out a photo of himself along with 100,000 yuan. In a cautious voice, he said, “Take my photo with you. That way, it’ll feel like I’m right there with you.”