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

Suddenly, she froze, her eyes blinking uncontrollably, each blink filled with deep doubt and disbelief, as if the scene before her was an overly realistic dream. She rubbed her eyes hard, trying to break free from this dreamlike state, but the image only became clearer and clearer in her vision.

On her soft bed, Zhang Wei lay quietly like a meticulously crafted work of art, forgotten by the world. The skin exposed by her slightly open neckline shimmered with a warm, jade-like luster in the soft morning light, as delicate as mutton-fat jade, and possessing a captivating texture like the surface of a lake under moonlight.

His long, flowing white hair was draped freely, with a few strands like mischievous sprites casually falling beside his exquisitely sculpted face. Far from looking messy, it only accentuated his snow-white complexion. Every line seemed to have been meticulously drawn by a god, so exquisite that it took one's breath away.

His eyes were tightly closed, his long eyelashes like two small fans, casting a small, beautifully shaped shadow under his eyelids, as if hiding countless untold secrets. His appearance carried an extreme fragility, like a flower after a storm, or an elf ravaged by cruel fate, breathtakingly beautiful, making Shen Ying's heart beat in a daze.

Shen Ying felt her breath catch in her throat, and an unprecedented sense of shock swept over her like a surging tide. Her heart suddenly raced, pounding violently in her chest as if it were about to burst out of her chest.

Immediately afterwards, she felt a sudden boom in her head, as if a ball of fire was burning inside. Blood rushed to her cheeks, making her face burning hot. At that moment, she suddenly felt a warm liquid slowly flowing from her nose. She instinctively reached up and touched it, only to find that she was bleeding from her nose.

Her gaze seemed glued to Zhang Wei, unable to look away, her eyes wide with shock and embarrassment. Her hands frantically searched her surroundings, trying to find something to stop the nosebleed, but her eyes remained fixed on Zhang Wei.

Just as Shen Ying was in a panic, Zhang Wei's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were like deep, dark pools, still slightly dazed at first. As his vision gradually cleared and he saw Shen Ying's flushed face and nosebleed, he instantly snapped out of it, his eyes filled with tension and concern.

"What's wrong? Why is your nose bleeding?" Zhang Wei asked anxiously, reaching out to check on Shen Ying. His hasty movement caused the blanket beneath him to tumble, making the already chaotic scene even more out of control.

Shen Ying wanted to answer, but her nose was still bleeding profusely, and she could only utter some indistinct sounds. In her panic, she tried to back away, but accidentally got her foot tangled in the blanket. Zhang Wei was leaning towards her, and the two of them lost their balance and ended up embracing each other on the bed.

At the moment of impact, a few drops of blood spurted from Shen Ying's nose, one of which landed squarely on Zhang Wei's face. The bright red blood drop stood out starkly against his fair skin, like a red plum blossom blooming on snow. Zhang Wei froze for a moment, while Shen Ying's face was filled with terror; her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would jump out of her throat.

"I...I'm sorry..." Shen Ying stammered, waving her hand in the air, trying to find something to wipe the blood from Zhang Wei's nose, but afraid of touching him. She was so embarrassed that she wanted to disappear into the ground. Seeing her like this, Zhang Wei's tense expression relaxed a little, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a helpless yet doting smile.

After the chaos of the morning, Shen Ying was distracted all day. She kept involuntarily thinking about Zhang Wei's appearance that morning, her face burning hot and her heart racing. But she really didn't dare to ask Zhang Wei what had happened last night. Her intuition, like a stern judge, kept ringing alarm bells in her mind, telling her that it couldn't be anything good. Perhaps it was a drunken outburst, or perhaps they had crossed some delicate line between them.

So she chose to run away, like an ostrich burying its head in the sand, hoping to gloss over the matter. She tried to avoid being alone with Zhang Wei, and would quickly look away when their eyes met, as if that would hide all the awkwardness and doubts.

But her heart seemed to be pulled by an invisible thread, and she was always unconsciously paying attention to Zhang Wei's every move.

The day passed by in Shen Ying's heart-pounding anxiety, like fine sand in an hourglass. Every minute and every second was torture for her. She tried her best to appear normal, but her flustered eyes and occasional lapses in concentration betrayed her.

Finally, evening arrived. After dinner, Shen Ying got up with a sigh of relief, ready to quickly escape the unsettling atmosphere and hide in her room. However, she had only taken a few steps when she felt a gaze fixed on her from behind. Startled, she turned around abruptly and found Zhang Wei silently following behind her. His eyes were deep and unfathomable, as if holding countless unspoken words, and his lips were slightly pursed, as if hesitating about how to speak.

Shen Ying took a deep breath, trying to make her voice sound calm, and asked, "Why are you following me?" Upon hearing this, Zhang Wei's face instantly showed a hint of grievance. His expression was like that of a puppy abandoned by its owner, with drooping eyebrows and eyes full of innocence and sorrow. Suddenly, he gave off the feeling of a puppy that made people want to pat his head.

He looked at Shen Ying, his voice trembling slightly: "Didn't you say last night you would take responsibility for me?" These words exploded in Shen Ying's mind like a bombshell. She froze, her eyes wide, her lips slightly parted, but no sound came out.

Her mind was a blank, as if a swarm of bees were buzzing around, completely incapable of thought. She tried hard to recall fragments of last night, but apart from blurry images and scenes from this morning, nothing came to mind.

Her heart pounded wildly in her chest, a sense of unease and panic spreading through her. What had happened last night? This question haunted her like a ghost, leaving her bewildered.

Zhang Wei stared intently at Shen Ying, his gaze seemingly trying to see right through her. When he saw the blank and deeply confused expression on Shen Ying's face, his own face turned as white as a sheet of paper, utterly devoid of color.

His lips began to tremble slightly, like leaves shivering in the cold wind. He tried to speak, but his voice became broken and intermittent, each word seeming to be squeezed out with difficulty from between his teeth: "You...you haven't forgotten what happened last night, have you?"

At that moment, he looked exactly like a wife who had been cruelly abandoned by her unfaithful husband, full of expectations. The panic in his eyes was like a surging tide, crashing against him wave after wave, while the grievances were like the tangled seaweed in the water, tightly binding him.