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

With a crisp ringing of a bell, the flying car slowly started moving.

At first, the pace was relatively slow, and Shen Ying nervously looked at the surrounding scenery.

Suddenly, the car accelerated and shot forward. Shen Ying felt as if she were in a huge vortex, and everything around her became blurry.

Shen Ying closed her eyes tightly, feeling as if her heart was about to jump out of her throat, and she couldn't help but scream loudly.

The flying car sped along the track, sometimes soaring into the sky, sometimes plummeting down.

Shen Ying felt as if she had lost control of her body, and her whole body was thrown into the air.

Murong Xiangxun looked at Shen Ying, his eyes filled with worry.

Finally, the flying car came to a stop.

Shen Ying let out a long sigh of relief, slumped into her seat, feeling weak all over.

Murong Xiangxun unbuckled his seatbelt, turned to look at Shen Ying, and asked, "Are you alright?"

Shen Ying nodded slightly, a forced smile on her face.

After the two got off the flying car, Shen Ying's steps were unsteady and her body swayed.

Murong Xiangxun looked at Shen Ying, who was staggering, swaying violently, and pale-faced.

A wave of self-reproach washed over me.

"Slow down." His voice was soft, with a hint of hoarseness and nervousness.

As he spoke, he gently pulled Shen Ying into his arms.

Shen Ying took a deep breath, composed herself, and said, "I didn't expect it to be so exciting, but it's okay, I got to experience it with you."

Murong Xiangxun's gaze was gentle and focused, falling on Shen Ying's face.

He leaned down slightly, his long, slender fingers carrying a hint of coolness, and gently tucked Shen Ying's stray hairs behind her ear.

"Thank you," he said softly, his voice low and gentle, his blue eyes hiding a deep longing.

After resting for a while, Shen Ying caught sight of an ice cream stall not far ahead. Her eyes lit up, and she quickly pulled Murong Xiangxun toward it.

In front of the stall, colorful ice cream shimmered enticingly in the sunlight. Shen Ying turned to Murong Xiangxun with great interest and asked, "What flavor do you want?"

Instead of answering directly, Murong Xiangxun asked in return, "What kind of flavor do you like?"

Shen Ying tilted her head slightly, thought about it carefully for a moment, and said, "I think the chocolate flavor is good, and the matcha flavor is also good."

At this moment, the stall owner interjected with a smile: "Then buy both, you two can take turns eating them."

Shen Ying was stunned for a moment when she heard what the boss said.

Before she could react, Murong Xiangxun had already taken out his wallet from his pocket and paid the money very readily.

The owner deftly filled two ice creams into elegant cups and handed them over.

Murong Xiangxun took the ice cream and handed one to Shen Ying.

Shen Ying slightly raised her eyes and met Murong Xiangxun's gaze, whose eyes were full of gentle smiles.

The two of them, holding ice cream, slowly walked to the side under a parasol.

Shen Ying took a small bite of the chocolate ice cream, and the rich sweetness spread on her tongue, making her smile with satisfaction.

Seeing this, Murong Xiangxun also took a bite of the matcha-flavored ice cream, his eyes slightly narrowed, as he couldn't taste the flavor.

A gentle breeze blew by, and the air was filled with the sweet aroma of ice cream.

Shen Ying was enjoying the delicious chocolate ice cream in her hand when she realized that she had already eaten half of it.

At this moment, Murong Xiangxun's clear and pleasant voice rang in her ear: "Let's switch, I also want to eat chocolate flavor."

Shen Ying was enjoying the sweet taste of chocolate ice cream when she heard Murong Xiangxun's words and was slightly taken aback.

Looking up at Murong Xiangxun, she saw that his gaze was fixed on the ice cream in her hand, his eyes filled with curiosity and anticipation.

Shen Ying was stunned; she hadn't expected Murong Xiangxun to take his boss's words seriously.

Her lips twitched uncontrollably. She felt that such an intimate thing was not suitable for the two of them, but when she met Murong Xiangxun's expectant eyes, she couldn't bring herself to refuse.

His eyes were filled with innocence and longing, like an innocent big dog begging for its favorite food, which instantly softened Shen Ying's heart.

After hesitating for a moment, Shen Ying finally sighed helplessly, nodded slightly, and said softly, "Okay."

After saying that, she reached out and handed the ice cream in her hand to Murong Xiangxun, who also handed over his ice cream at the same time.

Seeing Murong Xiangxun's happy expression as he accepted the ice cream, Shen Ying suddenly felt that such a compromise might not be so bad after all.

Murong Xiangxun took the ice cream, took a small bite of the chocolate-flavored ice cream, and smelled her scent. He couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.

Seeing Murong Xiangxun's satisfied expression, Shen Ying also took a bite of the matcha-flavored ice cream. The refreshing taste spread in her mouth, carrying a unique flavor.

The two were walking leisurely along the road when Murong Xiangxun suddenly stopped when they passed a building.

The building's exterior was decorated in a sinister style, with eerie colors painted on the walls, as if a sinister aura was spreading outwards.

Murong Xiangxun turned to look at Shen Ying with curiosity, pointing his slender finger at the building, and asked with a look of doubt in his eyes, "What is that?"

Shen Ying glanced in the direction he was pointing and said calmly, "A haunted house."

Murong Xiangxun raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of inquiry creeping into his handsome brow, and then asked, "Is it called a haunted house because there are ghosts inside?"

Shen Ying tilted her head and thought for a moment, then nodded slightly: "That's right."

Murong Xiangxun's gaze shifted to the people queuing to enter, his eyes deepening with even more doubt. He asked again, "Aren't humans afraid of ghosts? Why would they want to go into a haunted house?"

Upon hearing this, Shen Ying couldn't help but laugh. Her laughter was clear and melodious. She explained with a smile, "Haha, because the ghosts inside are all played by people. People go there because they like seeking thrills, and they all know in their hearts that the ghosts inside aren't real."

After listening to Shen Ying's explanation, Murong Xiangxun nodded thoughtfully, his gaze still fixed on the haunted house.

Shen Ying noticed that Murong Xiangxun kept looking at the haunted house, and couldn't help but feel curious, so she asked, "Do you want to play too?"

Murong Xiangxun was about to say no when his ears twitched slightly. He then changed the subject, nodded slightly, and said with a hint of eagerness, "Hmm, I want to play."

Shen Ying looked at the haunted house, hesitated slightly, and then nodded, saying, "Okay."

After saying that, the two of them went to queue up, and there happened to be a couple in front of them.

The woman's voice was sweet and soft, with a hint of fear: "Maybe we shouldn't go in, it feels so scary." Her eyes were full of unease, and she shrank closer to the man.

The man put his arm around the woman's waist and said confidently, "What are you afraid of? I'm here. Don't be afraid!"

The woman looked up at the man with adoration, her voice filled with trust and reliance: "Then you have to protect me!"

The man chuckled and pinched the woman's nose, saying with a smile, "Don't worry, I'm here, nothing will happen."

Seeing this, Shen Ying couldn't help but shake her head slightly and muttered, "This couple is so lovey-dovey."

Murong Xiangxun smiled, said nothing, and quietly took another small step forward, closing the distance between them.

The queue moved slowly forward, and soon it was their turn.

Shen Ying took a deep breath and stepped into the haunted house.

Upon entering, a damp and putrid stench hit you, and the dim light cast eerie shadows on the walls. The sound of a chilling wind and faint cries filled the air, instantly creating a terrifying atmosphere.

Shen Ying couldn't help but shudder and instinctively gripped Murong Xiangxun's sleeve tightly.