My lord, hold me tight! (Quick Transmigration)

Yan Feng was taken aback, then looked away and stepped aside to make way for him.

Sun Nuan walked past him with her back straight, and wearing a women's suit gave her a more "mature and sophisticated" feel.

Yan Feng noticed a faint, sweet fragrance emanating from her, which contrasted sharply with his strong masculine scent and smelled quite pleasant.

"Everyone, stand at attention!" Sun Nuan said. "Once we get to the venue, spread out freely and try to choose a position as close as possible to the person you are protecting. Patrol around anyone acting suspiciously to ensure the mission goes smoothly. Under no circumstances should you reveal your identity."

"Yes!" the seven replied.

"Begin the operation," Sun Nuan commanded.

The seven people responded and went out one after another, with Sun Nuan at the back.

There were already quite a few people in suits outside, some with serious expressions and others with formulaic smiles. The important person who came here today was to attend a diplomatic event. The leadership had received information that foreign spies had entered the country, so as a precaution, they assigned this task to them. It was also a preliminary trial.

A commotion erupted outside, and a large group of people dressed in the same black suits as Sun Nuan and her group walked in first, followed by their protected persons and diplomatic personnel.

Sun Nuan quickly slipped into the crowd, looked around, and saw that all seven people had found their positions. Yan Feng was closest to the person she was protecting, just like in the original story. She moved towards Yan Feng's location without leaving a trace.

The group arrived safely at their seats in the center of the venue, where cameras were already set up, and many reporters and cameramen stood behind them, adjusting the direction and focus of their cameras from time to time.

Yan Feng had been observing suspicious individuals in the venue, his eagle eyes scanning the area until his gaze settled on a man who was furtively walking forward from the group of reporters in a corner. Years of reconnaissance experience told him that this person was suspicious, so he slowly walked towards him.

Suddenly, an unexpected incident occurred. Just as everyone was chatting and laughing, the man suddenly pulled out a pistol equipped with a silencer from his suit and, before anyone could react, aimed it at the person he was protecting and was about to fire.

At the critical moment, Yan Feng took a few steps to the man's side, gently patted his shoulder to distract him, and then, as the man turned his head to look, forcibly pressed down the pistol that the man was holding high.

The man lowered his head, his tense hands relaxed slightly, and just when Yan Feng thought he had surrendered, the man slipped away from Yan Feng's control and tried to take the opportunity to attack again.

Just as Yan Feng was about to use his body to block the bullet, a lithe and agile figure appeared before him, blocking the man's path. With a grappling move, the man was pinned against the wall in the corner. The man was still not satisfied and fired a shot at Sun Nuan in a strange way. It was unclear whether it hit or not. Sun Nuan's body trembled, her lips tightened, and she didn't make a sound. She kicked the man's wrist, and the man, in pain, released his grip, and the gun fell to the ground.

"Nuan?!" Yan Feng exclaimed. He was close enough to see clearly that he could spot the barely noticeable, gradually expanding dark stains on Sun Nuan's arm.

With his exclamation, many eyes turned to this corner, and some reporters even pointed their cameras at them.

"Come on."

To avoid revealing her identity, Sun Nuan quickly whispered for Yan Feng beside her to press the man down and leave the scene.

……

"Clap!"

A man in his forties, dressed in military uniform with two bars and two stars on his shoulders indicating his identity, slammed the documents in his hand onto the table with a furious expression.

"What's going on with this mission? Sun Nuan, tell me!? The soldiers you led were almost discovered by the public and the media. The mission was classified. Don't you know that if the organization hadn't suppressed this matter, all of these people would have been exposed to the public!" The man scolded a woman who was getting basic first aid for a wound on her arm.

Sun Nuan remained expressionless, standing straight with her head slightly lowered as she listened to the other person's reprimand.

"…Xiao Sun, the new recruits you led this time have disappointed me greatly!" The man finished his long speech, saying with a look of disappointment.

"Hehe, I think it's alright. This flaw will teach those kids a lesson. Xiao Sun, you did a good job with the emergency response this time!" A familiar, deep middle-aged voice rang out.

He sat upright in his chair, smiling and nodding at Sun Nuan. Fine wrinkles appeared at the corners of his eyes, and his eyes were gentle and kind, making him instantly likable. He was the leader of this special forces unit.

“But, boss…” the man who had just been yelling at him said softly as he faced him.

"Alright, Xiao Li, Xiao Sun also made a mistake, so let's punish her by making her run with weights for a week!" the leader said.

The man was speechless for a moment. After all, this mistake was an accident and did not cause any major problems. Sun Nuan was currently injured, and running with weights was not easy.

“…Yes!” Sun Nuan replied with a salute.

She then left the house. Besides two armed soldiers standing guard at the door, there was also a figure leaning lazily against the wall.

"Nuan, are you alright?" Shi Lie asked as soon as he saw her come out.

"Mm." Sun Nuan continued walking.

"Nuan, where are you going? You just got back, go and take care of your wound first!" he said with concern.

“…” Sun Nuan did not answer, but quickened her pace and left him behind.

Seeing that she ignored him, Shi Lie stopped chasing her and stood there silently grieving.

But just three seconds later, seeing Sun Nuan turn back and head towards where the military doctor was, Shi Lie's eyes lit up, and he wanted to follow her.

"Don't follow me," Sun Nuan said calmly as she passed by him.

Shi Lie froze in his tracks, and could only stand there watching helplessly as Sun Nuan left.

She walked quickly toward the military medical center. The plot had changed from the beginning, so she decided to go and meet the original female lead.

"Knock knock!" Sun Nuan gently knocked on the door of the medical room with one hand.

"...What? Comrade, are you injured somewhere?" A woman dressed in a white doctor's uniform came out. She was wearing a mask and was petite. Standing in front of Sun Nuan, she looked a whole head shorter than her. However, her voice was indeed very gentle and delicate.

“…Mm.” Sun Nuan looked down at her and replied.

The other person took off their mask, revealing a gentle and elegant face, with long, slender eyebrows, gentle almond-shaped eyes, and white teeth as they spoke.

Her delicate and gentle appearance, which easily arouses people's protective instincts, is indeed the kind that these tough guys like. With a soft and fragrant body in his arms, it's no wonder that Yan Feng would fall for her.

However, with Sun Nuan present this time, she would absolutely not allow such a situation to occur!

"Hands." Sun Nuan stared directly at her with her cold eyes.

"What?" An'an asked in confusion, blinking her big, innocent eyes.

“I said, my hand.” Sun Nuan held up one finger and pointed to her arm, which was bandaged up.

"Ah, oh!" An'an was a little confused by Sun Nuan's cool and handsome gaze. "Sorry..."

An'an dared not look Sun Nuan in the eye. She was only a new recruit in the army, but she did not expect that this female soldier would be more handsome than the male soldiers. Remembering her momentary lapse in concentration, she lowered her head, her face flushed, and even her ears turned crimson.

Upon learning of Sun Nuan's whereabouts, Yan Feng immediately went to the military medical station, only to be met with a scene that made him frown and become wary.

Sun Nuan lowered her head slightly, her short hair and slightly long bangs obscuring her expression, but her lips could be vaguely seen pressed into a straight line.

The woman in front of her was petite, with her head down and her face slightly flushed, as if she were shy, displaying the demeanor of a demure young woman.

This unusually harmonious scene, like Sun Nuan gazing affectionately at An An, created a slightly ambiguous atmosphere that caused Yan Feng's vigilance to surge wildly.

Sun Nuan: ...What the hell are you talking about! I'm a pure sissy!

"Instructor!" Yan Feng called out.

Sun Nuan and An An looked in the same direction at the same time.

"Why are you here?" Sun Nuan asked, pursing her lips. Was the protagonist's halo unleashing its full power again?

"Reporting, Instructor, I am also responsible for your injury, so of course I had to come and see you!" Yan Feng said in a grand and imposing manner.

“No need, you can leave…” Sun Nuan frowned as Yan Feng grabbed her uninjured arm and walked straight past An An into the infirmary.

"Hey, female military doctor, hurry up and check my instructor's wound!" Yan Feng's loud voice rang out in the infirmary, waking An An from her daze.

"Ah! Okay, please wait a moment, comrades!" An'an quickly stepped forward to check on them, and then went to prepare some medical supplies.

Yan Feng's hand was still tightly gripping Sun Nuan's arm. He had just silently weighed it in his hand. Although the instructor's arm was strong and muscular, it was very thin, not even half the size of his own. He didn't dare to exert much force. He never imagined that such a small body could knock him down. Thinking of this, Yan Feng revealed a silly smile.

Seeing him staring at her arm, sometimes frowning and sometimes smiling, Sun Nuan gave him a strange look, then struggled and unceremoniously pulled her hand away from his grasp.

Yan Feng looked at his empty palms, feeling somewhat lost. He touched his nose to cover up his disappointment, but the fragrance entered his nostrils, making him take a few more breaths. He immediately felt refreshed, and the gloom he had felt earlier vanished instantly. However, after a while, the fragrance faded and dissipated into the air, and he sniffed with some regret.

Sun Nuan silently watched Yan Feng's "perverted" behavior, her lips twitching slightly, and a few "black lines" hanging on her forehead.

An'an came out carrying a tray full of medical instruments and medicines, and laid out the wound on Sun Nuan's arm to air it out.

A wound, still faintly visible in its bloody state, was exposed, surrounded by burns from the gunpowder in the bullet. Despite the pain, Sun Nuan remained unfazed, her face cold.

Even Yan Feng frowned upon seeing this. He had been shot before and knew how unpleasant it was. Pain was inevitable, and he couldn't help but grit his teeth and groan in pain. But Sun Nuan just silently watched with her head down, without any expression.

For some reason, Yan Feng felt sorry for Sun Nuan's numbness. He wondered how many times she had to suffer such injuries to become so used to it.

Yan Feng looked at Sun Nuan's calm profile. Nuan...