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

"My God, this is simply divine wine! I declare this to be my absolute favorite drink, bar none!" Shen Ying exclaimed, her clear voice echoing in the courtyard. No longer holding back, she drank cup after cup, her pink lips stained with wine, adding to her allure.

Before long, the effects of the alcohol took hold, and Shen Ying's face flushed a captivating rosy hue, like a ripe peach. Her eyes seemed veiled in mist, alluring and alluring. She swayed as she stood up, her steps feeling like walking on cotton, yet she walked towards Zhang Wei with a clear purpose.

"Zhang Wei..." Shen Ying murmured, her voice soft and alluring. She stretched out her arms and wrapped them around Zhang Wei's neck like vines, pressing her body tightly against him. The distance between them instantly closed, close enough to feel each other's breath.

Zhang Wei's heart suddenly raced, and a blush rose to his face. He looked at Shen Ying, who was so close to him, his eyes filled with longing. He yearned for her to get even closer, and his body trembled slightly with nervousness.

"You..." Zhang Wei had just started to speak when Shen Ying interrupted him.

"Shh!" Under the moonlight, Shen Ying's cheeks were flushed and her eyes were hazy with intoxication. She suddenly reached out her hand, as if driven by some mysterious attraction, and touched Zhang Wei's head.

Her fingers moved gently but somewhat haphazardly through Zhang Wei's hair, muttering, "Strange? Where are your ears? Where are your furry ears?" She looked as if she were searching for a lost treasure, or as if she were caught in an absurd yet adorable dream.

After saying that, her arms slid down and wrapped around Zhang Wei's waist, then her hands reached restlessly back. Her movements were a mix of drunken recklessness and naivety, each touch like a pebble thrown into the lake of Zhang Wei's heart.

Zhang Wei's body stiffened abruptly, as if struck by an electric current. His breathing suddenly became heavy, and his labored breathing was particularly clear in the quiet night.

"Where's the tail too?" Shen Ying muttered, her brows furrowed, seemingly quite confused about not being able to find these things. Zhang Wei looked at the completely drunk woman in front of him, his eyes filled with helplessness. He reached out and hugged her tightly, as if trying to imprison her tantrums within his embrace.

However, Shen Ying, like a mischievous kitten, suddenly struggled and forcefully pushed Zhang Wei away. Zhang Wei had no choice but to release her, looking at her with a mixture of doting, helplessness, and, most importantly, a complex mix of emotions. The two stared at each other, the moonlight bathing them, as if time had stood still. Only the lingering effects of Shen Ying's intoxication remained in the air, creating a uniquely ambiguous atmosphere.

"Do you know? You're even more captivating than this peach blossom wine." Shen Ying's lips curled into an intoxicating smile, her fingers, like playful sprites, gently tracing the contours of Zhang Wei's face, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. "Every time I see you, my heart races like a deer." Her eyes were filled with love and longing, her burning gaze seemingly capable of melting Zhang Wei.

Zhang Wei felt a tingling sensation spread from his cheeks throughout his body, and his throat felt a little dry. Just as he was about to speak, Shen Ying leaned close to his ear, her warm breath carrying the sweet scent of peach blossom wine, and gently blew into his ear: "You are like a mysterious whirlpool, and I have already fallen into it, and I am falling deeper and deeper."

After saying that, she lightly bit Zhang Wei's earlobe. The slight stinging sensation, mixed with the ambiguous atmosphere, made Zhang Wei's body stiffen slightly.

Shen Ying didn't stop. She moved around in Zhang Wei's arms like a restless kitten. Her hands caressed Zhang Wei's chest, feeling his firm muscles.

"It's so warm here, I want to stay here forever," Shen Ying murmured, her eyes growing increasingly unfocused.

Zhang Wei felt his rationality crumbling little by little. He looked forward to Shen Ying's next move, his body already prepared to receive it.

"You're drunk, stop making a scene." His voice trembled slightly, a sign of suppressing his inner impulses.

But Shen Ying refused to listen. She broke free from Zhang Wei's embrace and danced gracefully in the courtyard. Her skirt fluttered like a blooming flower, breathtakingly beautiful under the moonlight.

"Peach blossom wine, intoxicating the heart, love lasts forever..." Shen Ying hummed an off-key tune, every movement filled with allure. Suddenly, she stumbled and fell towards Zhang Wei. Zhang Wei quickly reached out to catch her, and the two embraced tightly once more.

Their eyes met, and Shen Ying's smile shone like dazzling starlight. She reached out and gently pinched Zhang Wei's chin, lifting it slightly until their lips were almost touching.

"How can you be so beautiful? I can't help but want to kiss you." After saying that, Shen Ying pressed her lips to Zhang Wei's. Zhang Wei did not dodge. He tilted his head slightly and opened his lips to meet Shen Ying's kiss. His lips were soft and hot, and they were pressed tightly together. At first, they touched lightly, and then the kiss gradually deepened.

His arms were wrapped tightly around Shen Ying's waist, pulling her close to his body as if he wanted to meld her into his very bones. At that moment, the moonlight witnessed the burning and sweet love between them, and the surrounding air seemed to grow scorching hot.

However, the aftereffects of the peach blossom wine seemed to ignite a wild fire within Shen Ying, instantly transforming her into an unrestrained little mad cat. Her eyes gleamed with a mixture of excitement and bewilderment as she pounced on Zhang Wei, her hands flailing wildly like tiny claws, relentlessly tickling him.

Zhang Wei looked at her with a helpless expression, yet couldn't help but dote on her. He tried to dodge Shen Ying's "attacks," but that nimble little figure always managed to entangle him again. "You little rascal, you're really crazy," Zhang Wei said, but there was no reproach in his tone.

Shen Ying seemed not to hear, her laughter sharp and joyful like that of a night owl, soaring freely through the silent night sky. She ran around Zhang Wei like a whirlwind, occasionally jumping up to tug at his hair or suddenly hugging his leg, rendering him immobile. Zhang Wei simply shook his head slightly, a perpetually indulgent smile on his lips.

She was incredibly strong, and she was chanting strange words, like she was reciting a mysterious spell. Zhang Wei finally managed to break free, but Shen Ying suddenly jumped onto his back, wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, and clamped her legs around his waist, shouting, "Giddy up! Giddy up!" Zhang Wei was a little breathless from her grip, but he still held her firmly, letting her do whatever she wanted, looking like a parent indulging their child's play.

Throughout the night, the courtyard was in complete chaos because of her antics. Even the moonlight seemed startled by her madness, casting its glow upon the playful figures of the two of them. The night was filled with joy because of Shen Ying's antics and Zhang Wei's doting affection.

When Shen Ying sobered up, she felt as if her head had been hit by a heavy hammer; a sharp pain shot through her temples, causing her to frown. She tried to recall the events of the previous night, but all she could remember was a blurry image of light and laughter.