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However, the members of Xiangyang Brigade did not receive news of He Monian and Nan Qing's marriage. Instead, they received news that Nan Qing had been transferred by her superiors.

It was already April, and the transfer documents stated it was a job transfer, so neither the brigade leader nor anyone else in the educated youth team knew that Nanqing had gone home.

Nan Qing sat on the bed, watching He Monian pack his things. He hadn't said a word for a while, just focused on packing Nan Qing's luggage.

"Cough cough,"

He Monian

He Monian turned to look at Nan Qing. His handsome face, usually beaming at her, was now expressionless. Nan Qing stood up, walked to him, raised her right hand, poked his chest, and said:

"Alright, I'm just kidding. Dad said in his letter that he wants you to come back to Beijing with him, but he didn't say anything about the specific arrangements."

Upon hearing this, He Monian pulled Nan Qing into his arms and even spun her around several times with joy until Nan Qing patted his shoulder a few times before he stopped.

He Monian was no longer the dejected man he had been moments before. He pressed his forehead against Nan Qing's and whispered:

“I thought my father-in-law was going to separate us. He knew perfectly well that, but all that came in the end was the transfer order for you.”

Hearing this, Nan Qing smiled slightly and pushed his head away from her. She only found out later that her father had noticed He Monian's interest in her when he came last year.

Moreover, her father tacitly approved of He Monian pursuing her. No wonder He Monian changed a lot during that period; it turns out he got the "permit" from her father.

He Monian, who had been pushed away by Nan Qing, hugged her again and whispered earnestly in her ear:

"Qingqing, what should I do? I really can't live without you."

Even for a single second, He Monian didn't want to be separated from Nan Qing. He just wanted to hold Nan Qing tightly like this forever. He also felt that his thoughts seemed a little wrong.

But that was his truest thought.

He slightly increased the distance between himself and Nan Qing, staring intently into her eyes, as if hoping to get a response from her that she shared the same thoughts as him.

Nan Qing sighed as she looked at the somewhat fragile He Monian. "Ugh, that damned sense of familiarity again."

She tiptoed and gently pressed her red lips to He Monian's, a fleeting touch. Looking at He Monian, who seemed somewhat agitated by her actions, she said:

"We'll go back to Beijing together, and we'll always be together."

"How about we get married once we get back to Beijing?"

He Monian, who was still reeling from Nan Qing's kiss, was then provoked by Nan Qing's word "marriage." His hands, which were holding Nan Qing, trembled slightly, and his mouth opened and closed several times, but he couldn't utter a word.

Although he kept saying that Qingqing was his wife, when he actually heard Qingqing say that she was willing to marry him, he clearly felt a tremor and excitement emanating from the bottom of his heart.

Unable to speak, He Monian moved closer to Nan Qing and pressed his lips against the ones he had longed for for so long.

He remained there, quietly pressing his lips against Nan Qing's, feeling Nan Qing's warm breath, his eyes wide as he looked into those eyes that were so very close to him.

A few breaths later, as if possessed, he suddenly licked those soft lips.

Immediately afterwards, He Monian seemed to have opened up all twelve meridians in his body, lingeringly sucking on the sweet taste in his mouth.

His large hand held Nan Qing tightly, and his other hand slowly moved to the back of Nan Qing's head. Soon, the quiet room was filled with the sound of soft water.

He Monian carefully traced each of Nan Qing's teeth, indulging in the sweet taste of her lips, and lingering on those supple, soft lips, refusing to let go.

My love, his beloved...

Gradually, without realizing it, the two of them fell onto the soft bed together.

He Monian's large hand, which had been resting on the back of Nan Qing's head, slowly moved downwards, even slipping under the hem of Nan Qing's clothes.

He Monian felt the delicate skin beneath his hand and was immediately excited. Slowly, the sticky kiss moved from Nan Qing's lips to her fair earlobe.

He Monian gently tasted the delicate, plump earlobe in his mouth, then skillfully brushed it across Nan Qing's beautiful earlobe. His warm breath sprayed onto Nan Qing's sensitive ear, making her feel a tingling sensation all over her body.

"Hmm~"

A soft moan escaped from Nan Qing's slightly swollen lips. Only then did He Monian seem to come to his senses.

He raised his head slightly, looking at the tiny patch of crimson in front of him.

Those are... the marks he left on Qingqing.

As He Monian gazed at the alluring crimson, his Adam's apple bobbed repeatedly, and his dark eyes grew even more intense. He pressed his face against Nan Qing's neck, gently sucking at her slightly loosened collar.

A moment later, a bright red plum blossomed beneath Nan Qing's fair and beautiful collarbone.

It was a plum blossom, even more vibrant and beautiful than the one on New Year's Eve.

It is a plum blossom that has fully bloomed.

Looking at the beautiful red plum blossom, He Monian's large hand, which had somehow slipped inside his clothes, withdrew from that soft spot.

He Monian switched places with Nan Qing, and he held Nan Qing tightly against him, both of them breathing heavily with an ambiguous atmosphere.

Nan Qing felt that she was being a bit pathetic, how could she have been tempted by this silly boy? She raised her little hand and punched He Monian, who was lying beneath her, a few times, then buried her head in the side of his neck.

Sensing Nan Qing's annoyance, He Monian chuckled softly, the vibration of his chest causing Nan Qing's body to tremble. He then placed his right hand on the back of Nan Qing's furry head and stroked it back and forth.

His beloved, how could she be so wonderful, so fragrant, so sweet...?

At this moment, Nan Qing shifted her body, but in the process she accidentally touched He Monian's private parts. She turned her head to look at He Monian.

For a moment, their eyes met. Nan Qing was speechless, while He Monian tightened his grip on her hand and made a swallowing sound.

Nan Qing clenched her little fist and punched him several more times. Just as she was about to ask when He Monian would shut her up again.

This time, He Monian felt much more skilled than before. He not only sucked on the soft piece of meat but also nibbled at it from time to time.

His strength was very light, yet it seemed to carry a power that could make Nan Qing's whole body go limp. Before long, Nan Qing was as soft as a puddle, letting He Monian do whatever he wanted with her.

Of course, the main reason was that she was tempted again...