Quick Transmigration: I'm the Villain's Assistant to the Protagonist

"It's safe here. You rest for a bit, and I'll take care of your wound," the man said softly. His voice, in the somewhat chilly space, was like a warm fire.

As he spoke, he picked up medical supplies and began to treat Shen Ying's wounds, his eyes focused and gentle.

His movements were gentle and meticulous, each one deliberate and careful, as if he were handling an incomparably precious treasure.

He first gently wiped the wound on Shen Ying's thigh with a sterile cotton ball, his eyes focused, occasionally glancing up at Shen Ying's expression, and softly asking, "Does it hurt? Just bear with it for a little while."

The voice was like the warm sun in winter, gradually relaxing Shen Ying's tense heart. She thought to herself, "This person is so gentle!"

While treating his wound, he looked at Shen Ying and introduced himself with a smile: "My name is Su Lan."

Upon hearing the name, Shen Ying was first taken aback, then overjoyed, a gleam of surprise flashing in her eyes.

She looked at Su Lan, as if trying to confirm something, and asked softly, "You...you are that very talented and brilliant biologist, Su Lan?"

Su Lan nodded gently, her eyes still cool yet tender.

After confirming Su Lan's identity, Shen Ying was overjoyed. It was truly a case of finding something without even looking for it!

After treating the wound, Su Lan took out some food from her backpack and handed it to Shen Ying, saying softly, "You must be hungry, have something to eat."

His eyes were very gentle.

Shen Ying took the food, her eyes glistening with tears of emotion.

Thank you, Lady Luck! Thank you, Su Lan!

In the early morning, sunlight streamed through the dappled windows and onto the ground. Shen Ying woke up in this soft light, with Su Lan nearby, adding a unique touch to the small corner of the abandoned research institute.

"Good morning, how are you feeling today? Does your leg still hurt?" Su Lan asked softly, holding a simple meal in her hand, the aroma of which wafted gently through the air.

"Much better, thanks to you." Shen Ying replied with a smile, her gaze falling on the food, a piece of slightly golden-brown flatbread sprinkled with spices, and a small cup of warm water beside it.

This is a very rare and luxurious food in today's world of scarcity.

After the meal, Shen Ying wanted to do some exercise, so they took a walk in a relatively safe area of ​​the research institute.

Su Lan always maintained a proper distance, yet she was always watching Shen Ying's every move.

"Be careful here, there's some clutter," Su Lan gently reminded her.

"Okay, sure." Shen Ying replied, secretly glancing at Su Lan, whose eyes were focused yet held a hint of barely perceptible concern.

During the break, they each sat in a corner.

“Look, this painting seems to tell a story,” Shen Ying said, pointing to a blurry painting on the wall.

“Yes, maybe it was left by someone who used to work here, perhaps it was a doodle they did in their spare time.” Su Lan stood up and stood a short distance behind her, tilting her head slightly to look at the painting.

Shen Ying sighed inwardly, wondering if these people were still alive.

Su Lan picked up a book from the shelf and gently blew away the dust. "You can take a look if you're bored."

He handed it to Shen Ying, his fingers inadvertently brushing against her hand.

Shen Ying felt as if an electric current was flowing through her fingertips. She quickly picked up the book and focused intently on the cover.

Su Lan smiled slightly upon seeing this, her expression incredibly gentle.

"Why are you here?" Shen Ying broke the silence, her gaze fixed on Su Lan, her eyes filled with scrutiny and probing. The game description said he was researching aliens.

“I… am waiting…” Su Lan paused slightly, giving an ambiguous answer.

"Wait? Wait for what?" Shen Ying frowned slightly, her face full of doubt.

“However, I don’t have to wait anymore.” Su Lan’s lips curled up into a gentle smile, a smile as warm as the spring sun, which only made Shen Ying more confused.

"Huh, is it because you've already waited for it?" Shen Ying tilted her head, her eyes filled with even deeper doubt as she tried to find clues in Su Lan's expression.

“Yes.” Su Lan looked at Shen Ying quietly, her blue eyes deep and focused.

Shen Ying felt a little flustered under Su Lan's deep gaze. She coughed lightly, trying to break the somewhat ambiguous atmosphere.

"Is what you're waiting for related to the aliens here? Or is it something else?"

Su Lan shook her head slightly, walked to the table next to her, picked up two cups, and poured hot water into them.

“It has nothing to do with aliens; it’s more important than that.” He handed Shen Ying a glass.

Shen Ying took the cup, feeling its warmth. "More important than the aliens? The world has become like this, what could be more important than finding a way to fight the aliens?"

Su Lan looked at her, a smile flashing in her eyes, "Some things cannot be simply measured by their importance. Just like the fact that we can sit here and chat, that's precious to me."

That day, Su Lan noticed that Shen Ying seemed a bit bored, so she took Shen Ying to explore the deeper parts of the research institute where there were still undamaged areas.

They saw a music box covered in dust. Su Lan gently wiped it clean, and when she opened it, clear music flowed out.

"So beautiful," Shen Ying exclaimed softly.

“Just like you,” Su Lan blurted out.

Shen Ying was stunned when she heard this. When she looked up and met the other person's gentle gaze, her face turned red and she looked away.

Sometimes, Su Lan would use the materials she found to make some small gadgets, such as braiding a simple bracelet with colorful wires.

He silently handed it to Shen Ying, his eyes crinkling as he said, "This... here you go, wear it and play with it."

Shen Ying accepted it with delight, not expecting the other person to have such skill. She put it on her wrist, her eyes sparkling: "It's so beautiful."

That day, Su Lan somehow found some paints and brushes.

He smiled and said to Shen Ying, "Today we're here to add some color to this monotonous wall."

Shen Ying was immediately intrigued when she saw the paints.

They first wiped the wall clean with a damp cloth, then Su Lan picked up a paintbrush, dipped it in paint, and painted a blooming flower on the wall—a forget-me-not.

It's clear that the artist's drawing skills are quite good; with just a few strokes, the shape of the flower is vividly depicted.

The petals' colors transition naturally from light to dark, as if they were covered with morning dew, exuding a unique charm against the gray wall.

Shen Ying also picked up a paintbrush and drew a small sun next to her, with lines of sunlight extending from it. "Where there are flowers, there must be sunshine," she said, smiling at Su Lan.

As they painted, the atmosphere gradually became relaxed and cheerful, as if they had returned to the carefree days of childhood. A barely perceptible smile played on Su Lan's lips, and a hint of tenderness flickered in her eyes.

Looking at his delicate profile, Shen Ying suddenly had a whimsical idea. She deliberately used a paintbrush to lightly touch the tip of his nose, leaving a smear of paint on his face.

Su Lan pretended to be angry and reached out to snatch Shen Ying's paintbrush. The two chased each other in the small space.