My lord, hold me tight! (Quick Transmigration)

As he asked the question, Sun Nuan's thoughts drifted away...

Arda was a small country in a state of turmoil, filled with smoke, barbarity, war, and killing.

Three years ago, the captain of the second squad of the special forces, who was also the original owner's instructor during training, led a group of seven people to Alda to complete a secret mission.

Unexpectedly, three people were captured by the combined forces of the frenzied and tyrannical locals who had been brainwashed by the local armed men.

Then, the three people who had been captured were burned alive in the city center as heretics.

People can be kind; they can be beautiful; they can be evil; they can be tyrannical—each facet can be overwhelming.

Watching their comrades scream in agony and their bodies gradually turn black, the remaining four could only watch helplessly from the shadows under the instructor's orders, unable to do anything.

Just as the five men were completing their mission and preparing to return home, and as they entered a small village where the mission had taken place, their spirits were low, another unexpected event occurred.

The originally kind and simple villagers changed their faces in an instant at night. The villagers were family members of local militants, and that night they attacked the houses of the militants with various weapons. Among them were children. Even the eleven or twelve-year-old children in the village had their hands stained with a lot of blood.

What followed was a night filled with bloodshed, brutality, and slaughter.

In the end, only the original owner emerged covered in blood, and the village buried not only her comrades and those ignorant, brainwashed villagers, but also her own soft and positive heart.

After this incident, and after undergoing the organization's investigation, it took the original owner almost two years to recover. She became increasingly indifferent, closed herself off, stopped contacting others, and cut off all excessive emotions. She had experienced the pain of loss once and never wanted to go through it again.

The original owner was actually just a fragile and helpless person...

After listening to Sun Nuan's cold and seemingly unrelated account of her experiences, Yan Feng felt a mix of emotions.

“…This time, I’ve hurt you again…” Sun Nuan said, somewhat confused.

“No! You didn’t!” Yan Feng retorted instinctively.

Only then did he notice the change in Sun Nuan's tone. He turned to look at her and saw that her eyes were glazed over, her lips were trembling, and she was already delirious from the cold, starting to talk nonsense.

"Sun Nuan! Nuan? Don't sleep, wake up!" Yan Feng called out, hugging her and trying to wake her up with the little warmth he had left.

However, Sun Nuan was already in a semi-comatose state at this moment, only instinctively absorbing the warmth that was nearby.

Yan Feng was held tightly in her arms, feeling her hands gripping his clothes, her expression a mixture of helplessness and confusion.

A bold idea began to form in my mind, but it was also the only way to save my life.

"Warm?" Yan Feng lifted her head. "...I won't let you die."

His eyes were full of seriousness, and his firm voice lingered between their lips.

"Is it okay?" At the last moment, Yan Feng's voice, low and hoarse, rang out, though he had been holding back.

At this moment, Sun Nuan was extremely confused, and her body instinctively craved warmth.

"..." Yan Feng felt her response and could no longer hold back. His passion surged, and the coldness of the room could no longer reach the two of them.

"Warm, I love you..." Who was whispering sweet nothings in her ear in her hazy state?

A drop of sweat dripped from Yan Jun's tightly sealed forehead and landed near Sun Nuan's eye. She blinked, and the sweat trickled down her cheek and into her hair, resembling a tear...

……

"Why hasn't Nuan woken up yet?" a tense female voice asked.

"...She will wake up." The man's firm voice rang out.

Sun Nuan's muddled mind gradually cleared. She felt a wave of exhaustion and weakness in her body, but the coldness and stiffness she felt before losing consciousness had long since dissipated.

She slowly opened her eyes, and what she saw was Xiaobai's surprised gaze and Yan Feng's relaxed and gentle eyes.

"I..." His voice was extremely hoarse as soon as he spoke.

"Don't move!" Yan Feng stopped her from getting up.

"Nuan, you scared me to death!" Xiaobai looked at her with tears in her eyes, "When Yan Feng carried you out of the ice cellar, you were both almost frozen solid, and you were unconscious, I almost..."

As she spoke, Xiaobai choked up. Sun Nuan frowned, her weak voice tinged with helplessness: "I'm fine now."

"Oh, thank goodness you're alright. Do you know how worried we were about you?" Xiaobai cried as she threw herself into her arms.

Feeling the care from the person in her arms, she patted Xiaobai's head somewhat stiffly and awkwardly.

Sun Nuan then turned her gaze to Yan Feng, who had been watching her tenderly from the side. Confused, she asked, "Are you alright?"

Yan Feng sensed the coldness in Sun Nuan's tone, a dark glint flashed in his eyes, and his smile gradually faded: "It's nothing."

“Mm.” Sun Nuan nodded in a formulaic manner.

Then there was a moment of silence, with only Xiaobai's gradually fading sobs.

Yan Feng remained silent, staring at her intently with his lips pursed. Did she intend to pretend that nothing had happened and forget what had occurred in the ice cellar?

Xiao Bai withdrew from Sun Nuan's embrace, sensing the strange atmosphere, and wisely chose to leave the room, leaving only Sun Nuan and Yan Feng behind.

She sensed a change in the man's aura beside her, which seemed rather strange. What was wrong?

"You..." After a long silence, Yan Feng spoke again.

Do you remember what happened in the ice cellar?

icehouse?

Sun Nuan replied, "I remember."

Yan Feng looked intently at her and said firmly, "I will take responsibility!"

Sun Nuan was even more confused and frowned, asking, "What responsibility?"

“We…” Yan Feng’s face flushed slightly as he glanced at her shyly.

She paused for a moment, then seemed to remember something and explained, "The situation was special at the time. The temperature in the ice cellar was too low, and we huddled together to keep warm because of survival. You don't need to worry about it too much."

Yan Feng asked in surprise, his voice unsteady and questioning, "Just keeping each other warm?"

Sun Nuan raised an eyebrow. "Otherwise what?"

Yan Feng was furious, the blush on his face faded, and he stared at Sun Nuan for a while, seemingly trying to glean some clues from her expression, but ultimately found nothing.

“…Okay, you get some rest first, then I’ll head out now, Instructor!” Yan Feng said sullenly, his icy tone seemingly a direct inheritance from Sun Nuan.

After saying that, he left without looking back, his back filled with anger.

"..."

When Sun Nuan heard him emphasize the last two words, she couldn't help but detect a hint of gritted teeth in them.

……

In the "dark room" of the special forces training base.

"Xiao Sun, you did a great job this time! You deserve a reward!" the leader praised with a smile.

Then he turned to look at another person in the room: "You must be Xiao Yan?"

"Yes!" Yan Feng saluted respectfully.

"Excellent! I've heard of you before, the top scout. You're truly capable!" The leader gave Yan Feng a meaningful look and praised him.

When Sun Nuan saw his expression, her heart skipped a beat. It seemed that the secret mission was going to be brought forward.

"…Xiao Sun, you can go out first! I have something to say to Xiao Yan alone." The leader said with a smile, walked up and patted Yan Feng on the shoulder.

"Yes!"

Sun Nuan stepped back, her gaze lingering on Yan Feng for a moment as she left, but he did not look back at her.

Ever since returning from G country, he has maintained this lukewarm and awkward attitude, as if he's sulking. Sun Nuan is truly puzzled. What did she do to him? Could it be that there's something that happened that she's forgotten?

"Xiao Yan..."

The moment she stepped out of the room, she heard her boss let out a slightly heavy sigh.

An hour later, Yan Feng emerged from the "dark room".

His expression was solemn, his brows furrowed with some trouble, but his brows relaxed instantly when he saw the woman standing straight not far away.

"...A mission?" Sun Nuan asked.

"The mission," Yan Feng replied.

The two exchanged a glance and nodded. An unspoken understanding between them allowed them to easily grasp each other's meaning. This exchange seemed to dispel the previous awkwardness, and everything returned to normal.

"Hmm." After understanding the situation, she turned to leave.

"Let me take you... Instructor." Yan Feng quickly stepped forward upon seeing this.

Sun Nuan didn't speak, but paused and waited for him for a while.

As the two walked back to their dormitory in silence, a subtle and wonderful feeling lingered between them.

Yan Feng's heart, which had been heavy with the task assigned by his superior, gradually calmed down.

He looked down at the woman beside him, who walked with her head held high and chest out like a standard soldier. Her profile was cold and beautiful, with a smooth forehead, slightly curled eyelashes, and slightly pursed red lips.

Red lips? He licked his lips, as if recalling the sweetness of that day. Suddenly, a pair of misty eyes appeared in his mind, filled with his big eyes. In his heart, he unconsciously stopped in his tracks.

Sun Nuan suddenly realized that Yan Feng was not there. She turned around and saw the 1.9-meter-tall man staring at her back with a flushed face, completely lost in thought.

Sun Nuan stepped back in front of him, frowned, and called out, "Yan Feng?"

"..." He smiled foolishly.

"Strictly sealed off!?"

"……what?"

He looked at the pretty face in front of him, which was filled with anger, and at her large eyes that seemed to see right through people. He felt a pang of guilt, afraid that his tender feelings would be completely exposed to her.

"Instructor, I'm leaving now!" he said hastily, avoiding Sun Nuan's gaze, and awkwardly left, his back view disheveled.

"..." What happened to taking her back to her dorm? What is all this about? Sun Nuan frowned.

Returning to her dormitory alone, Sun Nuan lay on her bed and closed her eyes to rest.

The mission of Yan Feng was also a turning point in the original storyline that allowed him to truly grow stronger. He was part of a criminal organization hidden overseas, which committed countless crimes, but was repeatedly released without charge due to a lack of concrete evidence.

The purpose of sending Yan Feng this time was to act as an inside agent, infiltrate the organization, and collect evidence.

As for why he was sent, firstly, because he was a new face and the other party was unfamiliar with him; secondly, because of his abilities, the leaders had already sent their subordinates to observe suitable candidates, and Yan Feng was one of them. After layers of observation and selection by his superiors, he stood out, and entering the special forces training camp was only the first step.

This mission was extremely dangerous, involving infiltrating the enemy's ranks. As depicted in many spy films, it's a job that requires constant vigilance and high tension, but Yan Feng persevered to the end and successfully completed the mission.

But who knows what he went through.

In the original storyline, he completed his mission in three years, and upon returning to China, he married An'an, after which their sweet and loving daily life began.

Sun Nuan wasn't worried about whether he would be in any danger, after all, he had the advantage of the original plot.