The beautiful woman in the quick transmigration novel has been targeted by the male lead again.

Chang Ning froze, her face flushed, and she immediately shook her head: "I didn't see anywhere!"

"Come here, don't walk behind me."

No soldier is immune to stares, especially one as she makes no attempt to conceal it. It's three in the afternoon, the hottest time of day, and being stared at by her intense gaze feels like being on fire.

"Oh."

Chang Ning slowly stepped forward and walked alongside him. "What did you just say to my parents?"

Jiang Linghan said, "I just finalized our marriage with my parents-in-law."

"what?"

Chang Ning's mouth dropped open. Father-in-law and mother-in-law... no, are you calling them that now?

"What's the problem?" Jiang Linghan turned his head to look at her.

“No,” Chang Ning said. “I just feel it’s a bit fast.”

"Fast?"

Jiang Linghan clearly didn't think so. He even felt it was a bit slow. If he could, he would love to get married today and take his wife back to the army tomorrow.

However, if he dared to say that, he would probably have been kicked out by his parents-in-law long ago!

He said, "This is just to finalize our marriage. I have to go back to my unit tomorrow, and my next leave will probably be in December."

"We'll get married then!"

Chang Ning's heart pounded for a moment, but after thinking about it, and realizing there were still more than half a year to go, she slowly calmed down: "Oh, oh."

"I'll write to you in the meantime, and you have to write back to me, okay?"

Jiang Linghan said, "It would be best if you sent me another photo of yourself."

There wasn't enough time this time, otherwise the two of them could have taken a photo together.

"Why do you have so many demands!"

Chang Ning muttered a complaint under her breath, looking down at the ground, her steps slow yet light.

The two had already reached the edge of the village. There was a large banyan tree by the roadside, thicker than a person, with lush branches and leaves. Jiang Linghan walked over, leaned his bicycle against the trunk, went to the back of the tree, and pulled her over!

Chang Ning was startled and quickly looked around, afraid of being seen.

Jiang Linghan still held her wrist with one hand and said, "Don't be afraid, there's no one here."

Chang Ning looked up at him, then quickly looked away, her face flushed: "Why did you drag me here? Are you coming or not?"

Jiang Linghan rubbed her wrist a couple of times and pulled her closer. Chang Ning took a step forward, and the distance between them instantly closed until their bodies were almost touching.

Chang Ning felt extremely uncomfortable. The polyester dress was stuffy and hot, and the person in front of her was also radiating heat like a furnace. Sweat was beading on her forehead. "What are you doing?"

The sound was so soft it was almost inaudible.

"You look beautiful today."

Jiang Linghan also lowered his voice, which sounded somewhat hoarse.

"When am I not beautiful!"

Chang Ning subconsciously replied, then felt embarrassed and shook her wrist, which he was holding, as if it were branded with a hot iron. "Let go, it's so hot!"

"Not loose."

Jiang Linghan lowered his head. "I want to hug you, Ningning. Can I hug you for a moment?"

Chang Ning remained silent, while Jiang Linghan moved closer and closer, his breath spraying onto her face. "Ningning, is it okay?"

A strange feeling welled up inside her body. Unable to resist, Chang Ning nodded haphazardly. The next second, she was encircled by the man's strong arms and slammed into his solid chest.

Jiang Linghan slid one hand up to her shoulder, holding her tightly in his arms, his hand tightening: "Ningning is beautiful every day, I liked her the first time we met!"

Chang Ning's face flushed red, and she felt as if she were in a furnace. "...It's so hot!"

"Hold me a little longer."

Chang Ning buried her face in his chest, and through the shirt, she could hear his strong and powerful heartbeat, fast and intense. Her hands, which had been hanging at her sides, slowly moved up to grab the shirt around his waist, and then gently pressed against his abdomen.

His breathing immediately became heavy. A simple hug was no longer enough for him. Jiang Linghan placed one hand on the back of her neck, and Chang Ning shuddered from the heat. She subconsciously looked up and saw his eyes filled with intense desire. "Ningning, can I kiss you?"

Before she could answer, he lowered his head and pressed his lips heavily against hers. Chang Ning gasped in surprise, but he immediately seized the opportunity, and soon they were locked in a passionate kiss.

He was so fierce, like someone who wouldn't let go of a target on the battlefield. Chang Ning craned her neck, feeling like she couldn't breathe. She didn't know how much time had passed before he kissed her on the head. Chang Ning's body trembled again. If he hadn't been holding her tightly, she probably would have collapsed to the ground with her legs weak.

The weather was already hot, and the two of them had been hugging for so long that Jiang Linghan was sweating profusely, and his white shirt was almost soaked through!

Chang Ning's condition wasn't much better; her face was almost the same color as her clothes, her lips were swollen and red, her eyes were about to burst with tears, and her back was damp with sweat.

She slapped his arm hard: "...Let go."

Jiang Linghan looked down at her, his Adam's apple bobbing twice. She was truly more beautiful than a flower. If this continued, it might get out of control, so he reluctantly let go of her hand.

The moment he released her, his arm paused in mid-air for a moment before returning to his sides. "Did you remember what I told you?"

"What did you say?"

Chang Ning's mind was completely blank; she couldn't remember anything at all!

“Remember to write to me, send me photos, and,” Jiang Linghan said, “remember to think of me.”

Chang Ning didn't dare to look him in the eye, her voice trembling as if it were waterlogged: "I've got it, you should leave now!"

"I'm leaving."

"Ah."

The two emerged from behind the banyan tree. Jiang Linghan straddled his bicycle, turned back to look at her, and said, "I'm leaving."

"and many more."

"what happened?"

Chang Ning walked over and suddenly pinched him hard on the waist. "Go away!"

Then he turned and ran away.

Jiang Linghan hissed, looked at her retreating figure, and chuckled.

Chang Ning ran all the way home, her face flushed. Yan Shuqin asked, "Xiao Jiang is gone? Why did he take so long?"

"Mom, it's so hot! I need to take a shower and change my clothes!"

After saying that, she ran into her room to find something to change into.

"You're just being fussy!"

With plenty of sunshine, the well water heats up quickly when left outside, so it's not a hassle.

After taking a shower and changing into a cotton dress, Chang Ning finally felt comfortable. She looked in the mirror and, finding nothing amiss, left the room. "Mom, what did Jiang Linghan tell you?"

Yan Shuqin glanced at her; her face was radiant, her complexion was incredibly good. As someone with experience, she understood perfectly well. In the end, she didn't say anything. That boy was already gone; there wasn't even a chance before the wedding.

My daughter is shy and has a bad temper; saying anything would only embarrass her.

"They didn't say anything, just that the wedding would be in the twelfth lunar month."

"Your dad and brother went to find someone to choose an auspicious date."

Chang Ning asked hesitantly, "Why so fast?"

"They've already given the bride price, a full 1000 yuan. What do you suggest we do?"