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

The next morning, sunlight streamed gently through the cracks in the window, waking Shen Ying from her sleep.

She groggily opened her eyes, sat up, and went out of the room. Not far away, the living room table was filled with all kinds of delicious food.

The exquisite plating, the alluring colors, and the enticing aroma wafted straight into Shen Ying's nose.

Zhang Wei came out of the kitchen and saw Shen Ying looking hungry. He smiled gently and invited Shen Ying to come and have a meal. The two of them sat down at the table together.

Shen Ying was enjoying the delicious food on the table when a sudden surge of curiosity arose in her heart, and she couldn't help but ask, "Do ghosts eat like this too?"

Zhang Wei listened, shook his head slightly, a faint smile on his lips, and patiently explained, "Because of the curse brought by that seal, I am no different from an ordinary person during the day."

Shen Ying nodded silently after hearing this.

On a sunny day, Zhang Wei took Shen Ying to stroll around the town.

The warm sunlight shone on the streets of the small town, casting a warm filter over the whole world.

Shen Ying walked along the bustling street, surrounded by a cacophony of noise.

She was surrounded by pedestrians, all with smiles on their faces. Children were running and laughing in the crowd, their clear laughter occasionally reaching her ears.

Shops line both sides of the street, and shop assistants enthusiastically greet customers. The stalls are filled with a dazzling array of goods, their vibrant colors overwhelming the eye.

The air was filled with the aroma of food—sweet, spicy, sour—a medley of flavors that tantalized the taste buds.

She looked around and saw a place brimming with life and vitality, where every corner was filled with the warmth of life.

She could hardly imagine that when night fell, this place would become a gloomy, terrifying world overrun by evil spirits.

Suddenly, she stopped in her tracks, her gaze fixed on a stall selling osmanthus cakes not far away.

The osmanthus cakes on the stall are golden in color, soft in texture, and inlaid with delicate osmanthus blossoms, emitting an enticing sweet fragrance.

Shen Ying felt a surge of craving and involuntarily swallowed, her gaze unable to look away.

This scene was witnessed by Zhang Wei, who was standing next to him. He smiled slightly, revealing a doting expression, and said softly, "Buy some food."

As he spoke, he led Shen Ying to the stall.

The stall owner was a warm-hearted middle-aged woman. Seeing someone patronize the stall, she immediately smiled and carefully wrapped a portion of osmanthus cake in oil paper, handing it to Zhang Wei while saying, "Please enjoy, both of you. Our osmanthus cake is the most authentic in the whole town!"

Zhang Wei smiled, nodded his thanks, and paid the money.

Zhang Wei gently opened the oil paper package, and a rich fragrance of osmanthus wafted out.

He picked up a piece of osmanthus cake and handed it to Shen Ying. He looked down at her, his eyes filled with tenderness that seemed to overflow with water. His affection was even sweeter and more intoxicating than the aroma of the osmanthus cake.

At that moment, Shen Ying was completely absorbed in the delicious osmanthus cake and didn't pay any attention to the other person.

She licked her lips, took a big bite, and ate the osmanthus cake from Zhang Wei's hand.

The soft, sweet flavor burst on her tongue, and she squinted her eyes in satisfaction.

As Shen Ying took a bite of the osmanthus cake, Zhang Wei's fingers inadvertently touched her soft lips.

In an instant, his eyes suddenly darkened, as if a blazing flame was burning in them.

He calmly lowered his hand, put it behind his back, and gently rubbed his fingers together, savoring the sensation of that moment.

A faint yet satisfied smile unconsciously curved his lips as he watched Shen Ying devour her food, his eyes filled with an even deeper love.

When it was lunchtime, Zhang Wei took Shen Ying to a popular restaurant in the town.

As soon as they stepped into the restaurant, the waiter greeted them with a beaming smile, saying warmly, "Oh, gentlemen, what a handsome young man and a beautiful young woman, what a perfect match you are! Please come in!"

Upon hearing this, Shen Ying's face flushed red. She hurriedly opened her mouth to explain, but before she could utter a single word...

A faint smile played on Zhang Wei's lips, a smile that seemed to hold a hint of mystery. He said gently to the waiter, "Could you please find us a quieter spot?"

After having lunch, the two continued to explore the town.

I passed by a place where people guessed riddles. The courtyard was full of colorful lanterns, and each lantern had a riddle hanging under it.

Shen Ying became interested and pulled Zhang Wei inside.

"I know this one!" Shen Ying said excitedly, pointing to a riddle. She quickly guessed the answer and received a cute little sachet as a reward.

She handed the sachet to Zhang Wei, saying, "Here, this is for you."

Zhang Wei took the sachet and carefully put it away. "Thank you."

As evening approached, the sunset on the horizon looked as if it had been burned, its redness somewhat eerie.

Shen Ying's expression turned somewhat tense. She quickly reached out and grabbed Zhang Wei, hurrying towards home.

Shen Ying was a coward, terrified of anything supernatural or ghostly. She didn't want to experience that terrifying scene firsthand. In her opinion, such "special treatment" should be left to those who were brave. She just wanted to hide in a safe place.

Seeing Shen Ying's nervous appearance, Zhang Wei naturally knew what she was afraid of.

His lips curled up slightly, his expression full of indulgence, letting Shen Ying pull him along. Their shadows stretched long in the sunset, hurried yet warm.

As night fell, Zhang Wei's body began to undergo strange changes.

He seemed to have been transported to another dimension of time and space, his body and clothes shimmering with a faint halo.

The halo was initially faint, but gradually became brighter over time.

His figure began to blur, and the originally clear outline became soft and hazy, like a beautiful ink painting being blurred by water.

Every inch of skin and every piece of clothing gradually lost its solidity and became transparent in this halo.

His clothes seemed to be woven from the lightest clouds and mist, the colors gradually fading as they became transparent, turning the originally vivid hues into a dreamlike and ethereal state.

The outline of the body appeared and disappeared in the transparency, like a gradually dissipating phantom, transitioning from this real world to the realm of illusion, and finally becoming a semi-transparent ghost form, exuding a mysterious and ethereal aura.

In this cozy little cabin, candlelight flickers gently on the table, and light and shadow dance on the wooden walls.

Shen Ying and Zhang Wei were sitting on either side of the square wooden table.

Shen Ying's curious gaze lingered on Zhang Wei, who had transformed into a ghost. Then, she reached out and touched Zhang Wei's translucent arm. When her fingertips gently touched the cold arm, a chill instantly spread from her fingertips, like icicles slicing across her skin in winter.

Her body trembled slightly; the feeling was both strange and wonderful.

Shen Ying blinked, her face full of amazement, and exclaimed, "It's amazing, it even has a tactile feel!"