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

At that moment, a white figure appeared before Wu Yiliu. His white hair cascaded down his back, making him appear exceptionally holy in this chaotic and crumbling world. His blue eyes were as deep as the sea, yet as cold as ice, reflecting a chilling light like the purest sapphire. His face was cold and handsome, like the most perfect work of art sculpted by a master, yet devoid of any human emotion. He was like a cold god, looking down upon Wu Yiliu from a high place.

When he appeared, Wu Yiliu suddenly felt suffocated, as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping her throat. Her eyes widened in terror, and she struggled desperately but couldn't move an inch. Then, she heard his cold, emotionless voice: "How dare you hurt her?" Every word was like a judgment from the deepest hell, striking Wu Yiliu's heart heavily, making her soul tremble. The chilling killing intent contained in that voice pressed down on her like a tangible force; she could clearly feel the shadow of death rapidly enveloping her.

"Mission complete, exiting the game."

In a daze, Shen Ying heard the system's voice. She felt as if her consciousness was floating on clouds, and a gentle force seemed to be enveloping her, slowly pulling her out of the bloody and chaotic game world.

The battlefield scenes in the game gradually blurred. Adrian's anxious and shocked face, the huge and ferocious figure of the Shadow Abyss Demon, and Wu Yiliu's ruthless and resolute appearance all disappeared like faded paintings, leaving only a blank space in the end.

On Saturday, Shen Ying practiced ballroom dancing at home following a video tutorial. Her brows were tightly furrowed, like two locks locked together. Her hands and feet seemed to have suddenly developed their own will, completely disobeying her commands. When her hand was supposed to move to the left, it went to the right; when her foot was supposed to step forward, it felt like it was glued to the ground, unable to move for a long time. She was sweating profusely with anxiety, her eyes fixed on the screen, muttering to herself: This ballroom dancing looks simple, so why is it so difficult for me to dance it?

She tried to keep up with the rhythm again, but her body felt like a rusty robot. Her arms waved like a comical scarecrow, sometimes straight as sticks, sometimes bent out of shape. Her steps were even more chaotic; her feet seemed to have developed a rebellious spirit, tripping over each other and almost causing her to fall. Shen Ying muttered to herself, "This dance is definitely incompatible with me!"

Shen Ying lay on the sofa like a melted ice cream cone, utterly defeated. Her limbs were sprawled out without any regard for decorum, and her eyes stared blankly at the ceiling.

"Who were the guys who voted to have a costume party at the company's annual meeting?!" she muttered angrily, then said to herself in a defiant tone, "Oh well, I'll just admit I can't dance. What's the big deal? It's not like it's anything shameful!"

Thinking this, Shen Ying's tense nerves gradually relaxed, and she drifted off to sleep without realizing it. Some time later, the doorbell rang abruptly, its crisp sound breaking the silence. It was her neighbor, standing quietly at the door carrying two large bags, his face expressionless, his eyes calm and gentle. He had come to have dinner with Shen Ying.

The moment Shen Ying saw her neighbor, her stomach rumbled, instantly waking her from her half-awake state.

As usual, the neighbor entered the kitchen with practiced ease, and Shen Ying quickly followed. She expertly began helping her neighbor, the water from the tap flowing freely as she carefully washed the vegetables, the tender leaves swirling in her hands. Then she picked up the meat from the cutting board and deftly chopped it with a swift, precise stroke.

But this time, the neighbor actually spoke up, his voice deep and steady: "Are you learning a waltz?"

Shen Ying asked in surprise, "How did you know?"

The neighbor pointed to the living room: "The TV is still on."

Shen Ying suddenly realized, slapped her forehead, and then remembered that she had just pressed the pause button. She shrugged helplessly: "Yeah, I'm learning. But that thing is too difficult. I'm afraid I don't have the talent for dancing. No matter how I move my hands and feet, it's not right. I've already given up."

"I'll teach you," the neighbor said calmly.

"You can do it?" Shen Ying's eyes widened in surprise, her mouth slightly agape, her face filled with disbelief. In her memory, her neighbor was always quiet and reserved; she never expected him to know how to waltz.

The neighbor simply nodded slightly, remaining as quiet as ever.

The table was laden with food, emitting an enticing aroma. Shen Ying devoured almost everything.

The neighbors, who had already finished eating, waited quietly to clear the dishes.

Shen Ying patted her belly with satisfaction and said to her neighbor, "Your cooking skills are getting better and better! This food is so delicious!"

Over the past six months, she felt her appetite was growing like an inflating balloon, and it seemed that no matter how much she ate, she could never fill her seemingly bottomless stomach.

Fortunately, I didn't gain weight.

The sunlight shone brightly on the living room floor.

The neighbor and Shen Ying were about to begin. The neighbor stood straight, extending his hand for Shen Ying to hold, and placing his other hand on her waist. Shen Ying was a little embarrassed; when she placed her hand on his arm, she accidentally touched his arm, feeling his firm muscles, and her face flushed slightly.

"Lean forward a little, yes, follow my steps." The neighbor led Shen Ying to move slowly.

Shen Ying was like a child just learning to walk, her hands and feet a little uncoordinated. She accidentally stepped hard on her neighbor's foot and hurriedly said, "I'm sorry."

The neighbor stopped what he was doing and quietly watched her, his gaze like a tranquil lake. He parted his lips slightly and calmly uttered two words: "It's nothing."

As they spun around, the neighbor pulled Shen Ying close, and Shen Ying could smell the faint scent of laundry detergent on him. Her heart raced a little, and she stole a glance at the neighbor, noticing a fine layer of sweat on his forehead; his focused expression was particularly captivating.

With the patient guidance of her neighbors, Shen Ying gradually found her footing and started dancing more and more smoothly.

One afternoon, Shen Ying seemed to have unlocked a cheat code. Following her neighbor's instructions, she learned step by step, and her initial clumsiness gradually disappeared. Every movement, every spin, she performed more and more skillfully.

Later, she felt like a dance master, bursting with confidence. If Shen Ying had a tail, it would have proudly perked up and swayed left and right to show off.

The next day, the doorbell rang, and Shen Ying knew that the things she had ordered online for the masquerade ball had arrived. She hurried to the door, opened it, and the deliveryman was standing outside holding the package.

"Hello, your package is here. Please sign for it," the deliveryman said with a smile.

"Thank you for your hard work." Shen Ying replied with a smile, took the package, and seeing the beads of sweat on the deliveryman's forehead, added, "You must be very busy today. Take care and get some rest."

The deliveryman was taken aback, clearly not expecting such concern, and quickly said, "Thank you, have a good time!"

Shen Ying closed the door, went back inside, and opened the package. Inside was a black evening gown, its simple design exuding elegance. The gown's material was delicate, gleaming softly in the light.

She picked up the prop, looked at the cat ears, and muttered, "These ears are really well made." The cat ears stood up delicately, with edges that curved like flower petals. The fur on them was fine and soft, fluffy in the light, and especially cute. Then she looked at the cat's tail, fluffy and shiny, each hair very fluffy, it must feel so nice to touch.

She put on the cat ears, tied the cat tail, and with the slightest movement, the cat ears trembled gently, and the cat tail swayed rhythmically, just like a living thing. Her eyes lit up, and she reached out to touch it, saying, "This thing is really interesting. Modern technology is amazing; they can make these things look so real."