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"That's true." Xue Cheng scratched his hair and agreed with Yixian's words: "Yixian is my wife, so using the word 'steal' is a bit inappropriate. Although it's better to be aboveboard, isn't this more interesting?"

"Imagine a dark, windy night... Oh, the moon is really big today, but it doesn't matter. The rest of the process will be the same anyway."

"...Admiral!" Yixian didn't know how to answer, so he just stomped his feet in shame and anger.

Xue Cheng knew when to stop. Even if Yixian was good-tempered, he would probably turn into a terrifying Hedong Lion if he teased him too much.

"Really? Admiral, please come in first." Yixian casually hung the iron lock on the door, gave Xue Cheng a blank look, turned around and walked towards the room.

Xue Cheng followed closely behind.

When he arrived at the living room, the aroma of food in the room had not yet completely dissipated. Xue Cheng didn't need Yixian to call him, and went to the refrigerator on his own, took out the pre-chilled herbal tea, poured it into a paper cup, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Huh... It's so cool. I was almost dying of heat after walking all the way." Xue Cheng let out a long breath of cool air.

It was very hot today. Even at night, the temperature outside was nearly 30 degrees Celsius. The Akagi family was quite far away, and although I wasn't tired from going back and forth, I still sweated a little.

"Didn't the Admiral send Akagi home?" Yixian stood behind him and said nonchalantly, "Why not just stay over there? Why did you come all the way back?"

"How can that be?" Xue Cheng turned around, staring at Yixian without blinking, his tone full of meaning: "After seeing off the guests, of course you have to go back to your own home to rest. How would it be right to go to someone else's house?"

My own home? Could it be that the admiral meant... Yixian stared blankly at Xue Cheng as he approached.

"No, no." Yixian put his hand on Xue Cheng's chest and weakly rejected him: "Admiral, take care of yourself. Don't do it too often..."

Xue Cheng stared straight at Yixian, the heat in his eyes undisguised: "It's okay, I'm in good health. But Yixian, will you reject me?"

Yixian hesitated for a moment, looked up at Xue Cheng, and lowered his head helplessly.

She knew that she couldn't refuse and had no reason to refuse the admiral.

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264. Girls' Morning

"It's the full moon again." Lying on Xue Cheng's chest, Yixian tilted his head and looked out the window, whispering softly.

A bright moon rose to the center of the sky, and the hazy moonlight sprinkled down. Although it was not bright enough, it was enough to illuminate this quaint bedroom.

Xue Cheng gently stroked her long hair, which was as soft as silk. He heard something strange in Yixian's words and asked with a chuckle, "Yixian, don't you like the full moon?"

Yixian turned his head and rested his slightly pointed chin on Xue Cheng's chest, which hurt him a little.

She stared at Xue Cheng blankly for a while before she sighed softly, "I don't like it."

"Why?" Xue Cheng asked curiously.

"Every time I see a full moon, I think of the reunion festival." Yixian answered directly without beating around the bush:

"But my husband seems very dissatisfied with me as his wife. He never likes to go home. Sometimes we only see each other a few times a month."

Feeling the undisguised resentment in the girl's words, Xue Cheng smiled awkwardly: "Don't think too much, there is no such thing, my favorite is Yixian."

"The admiral has told me more than just this, right?" Yixian curled his lips. Seeing Xue Cheng smiling without saying anything, he groped to Xue Cheng's waist with his right hand and twisted it hard.

Xue Cheng was in so much pain that he almost screamed out. He quickly hugged Yixian to stop the girl in his arms from moving around strangely, and begged for mercy: "I'm sorry, it's my fault. I shouldn't have ignored Yixian's feelings..."

"Hmph." Yixian turned his head away and continued to look at the night outside the window.

The room returned to silence again, with only the faint chirping of insects coming from outside the window, like a hypnotic little song. Xue Cheng hugged Yixian, sniffing the fragrance coming from the other's body, and felt his eyelids getting heavier and heavier.

In a hazy state, the girl beside him suddenly whispered, "I feel like I'm a little different tonight than usual. Will the Admiral hate Yixian like this?"

Xue Cheng, who was about to fall asleep, woke up instantly. He opened his eyes and saw the girl in his arms looking at him with a pair of eyes as bright as stars.

"Why should I hate Yixian?" Xue Cheng looked puzzled.

"Because..." Yixian opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to continue. What words should he use to describe how he looked just now?

Thinking back to herself at that time, Yixian's cheeks flushed hot. She quickly leaned on Xue Cheng's chest, pressing her hot little face against him, playing the ostrich role.

Seeing the girl's reaction, Xue Cheng understood and deliberately asked, "Yixian hasn't told me yet, why should I hate you?"

The girl stretched out her soft and weak fist and punched his chest angrily.

"It's no use hitting me. Don't even say it out loud. I really don't know why I hate Yixian." Xue Cheng continued to act innocent, but the corners of his mouth were raised high at an angle that Yixian couldn't see.

"Could it be..." Seeing that the girl still refused to answer, Xue Cheng smiled maliciously, and suddenly said as if he suddenly realized something: "Ah, I know, Yixian must be referring to just now..."

Xue Cheng couldn't continue speaking because the girl lying on his chest suddenly jumped up, pressed her palm hard on his mouth, and said with a blushing face: "Admiral, don't say it!"

I won’t say it then.

Feeling the threatening hand on his waist, Xue Cheng blinked and stopped challenging her endurance, but there was still some ambiguity in his eyes as he stared at her steadily.

Yixian was uneasy at Xue Cheng's strange look and quickly covered his eyes: "Don't look at me like that!"

Xue Cheng burst out laughing, the sound muffled by Yixian's palm, "Yixian is really different from usual. It's rare to see you act like a spoiled child to me like this."

"The admiral also said, if it weren't for you..." Yixian muttered softly.

Gently moving the girl's hand away, Xue Cheng looked at Yixian and said with a smile, "What does it matter? If Yixian treats me the same as usual, I will be sad."

Yes, the admiral and I are husband and wife, and husband and wife will indeed behave differently.

Yixian was stunned for a moment, and a hint of tenderness gradually appeared in his eyes. It seemed that his concept had not changed yet.

The two chatted for a while and both felt sleepy. Xue Cheng looked at Yixian's drooping eyelids, pulled her into his arms, kissed her forehead gently, and said, "It's late, go to bed."

"Yeah." Yixian leaned into Xue Cheng's arms, then slowly closed his eyes.

……

"Woo... I slept so well!" Jinan woke up from his sleep on the big bed covered with sky blue sheets.

She opened her eyes and looked around. On the huge bed, Changchun and Anshan were lying in a mess beside her, snoring loudly. The thin blanket that was supposed to cover their bodies was only partially covering their chests, revealing their snow-white bellies.

The floor next to it was littered with changed clothes, and a pillow lay quietly in the corner, silently telling the story of the fierce pillow fight last night.

"Your sleeping posture is terrible." Jinan scratched his messy pink short hair, moved Changchun's hands and feet away from his body, moved his body to the bed, retrieved his slippers that were scattered all over the place and put them on.

"Wake up, it's time to get up, don't sleep anymore!" Jinan slapped the edge of the bed and called out carelessly.

"Hey, is it early yet?" Changchun opened her eyes drowsily. She stared blankly at Jinan beside the bed and suddenly burst out laughing: "Hahahaha... Jinan, your hair is so funny!"

"Hair?" Jinan adjusted her hair with her fingers curiously, and went to the dressing mirror not far away to take a look. A girl with short, fluffy hair, as majestic as a lion, appeared in the mirror.

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"Very impressive." Jinan lifted a strand of bangs to reveal his forehead and looked at himself in the mirror with satisfaction.

After admiring himself in the mirror for a while, Jinan turned around and saw Changchun still laughing. He blinked and said, "Don't you want to look in the mirror? Changchun looks even uglier than me now."

"Huh?" Changchun was stunned for a moment, then quickly looked down at himself. Although there was no mirror, just by looking at his wrinkled pajamas, rolled-up sleeves and hem, and his flat belly, it was not difficult to imagine what he looked like now.

"I don't want to look in the mirror and smug all day." Changchun turned his face away, his hands seemingly adjusting his clothes casually, and muttered, "Confident girls are the most beautiful. No matter what time, I am the most beautiful!"

Jinan raised his eyebrows and was about to retort, but Anshan, who was woken up by the two people's voices, also sat up and yawned.

Her long hair was also messy, and her thin nightgown had only one strap hanging on her shoulder, with the other side hanging loosely, revealing a large area of ​​snow-white skin. Under the messy hem, her crystal-clear and delicate legs stretched out, sitting apart to the sides in a duck-like posture.

Anshan yawned, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said drowsily, "You're still making noises so early in the morning! Really, you're disturbing my sweet dreams..."

"Idiot, don't you see what time it is?" Jinan said unhappily, "Get up! If you sleep any longer, you won't have to eat breakfast."

"Huh?" Anshan looked at the wall clock. The hands showed 7:40 in the morning.

"Oh no!" Anshan quickly jumped up and ran to pick up his slippers, muttering, "My red panda hasn't charged yet!"

"Ah!" Changchun screamed after hearing Anshan's words. He didn't even put on his shoes and scrambled out the door. "I forgot to charge my phone before bed, too!"

Watching Anshan and Changchun run out one after the other, Jinan scratched his head and said curiously, "Aren't those two little guys supposed to charge themselves? What's going on with them?"

After washing up, Jinan came to the living room. Changchun and Anshan, who had also finished washing up and changed into clean clothes, kept apologizing to the two mechanical pandas sitting side by side on the sofa. The two little pandas were scratching their heads with their short limbs, looking confused.

"What an idiot." Jinan curled his lips in disdain, and his gaze turned to the window. In the early morning sun, a literary girl wearing a short skirt and shirt, with slightly curly long hair and glasses was sitting on a chair, holding a book in her hands and reading seriously.

Opposite her, a girl with long hair divided into two strands and tied with a Chinese knot hanging at her side was holding a needle and thread, carefully embroidering a pattern on a piece of cloth.

The department has a small population, and most of them are children. In order to take care of each other, except for a few adults, the rest of the ship girls live in a three-story villa.

But they are children after all, they like lively atmosphere and have a good relationship with each other, so they often sleep together.

Jinan looked at the two curiously, then walked over and came to 995's side first, asking, "What book are you reading?"

995 slowly turned her head, raised her head, and adjusted her glasses which had slipped down a little. The golden morning sun reflected a golden light on the lenses of her glasses.

"Robinson Crusoe." A hollow voice sounded. 995 looked at Jinan and spoke quietly. Then he raised the book in his hand and showed it to Jinan.

Jinan took a curious look and found that the cover was printed with some English letters that looked like scribbles, which made people dizzy.

She looked at the girl's serious expression and didn't know how to continue the conversation. She could only smile awkwardly and said, "Then take your time to read it. I won't bother you anymore."

995 nodded and turned his attention back to the book in his hands.

Jinan looked at Vulcan opposite 995. The other person's expression was equally focused. His fingers were holding the needle and thread, fluttering like a butterfly, embroidering on a piece of cloth of unknown origin.

"Vulcan, what are you doing?" Jinan asked.

"I'm going to sew a bellyband for the admiral." The girl looked up at Jinan and said with a smile.

"Dumbbell?" Jinan was stunned for a moment. She pinched a strand of hair hanging by her ear and said curiously, "Why are you sewing that? No man wears that thing nowadays."

Vulcan pursed his lips and smiled lightly, a hint of mischief flashing across his face: "This bellyband is not for the admiral to wear."

Jinan was even more confused: "If the bellyband is not used for wearing, then what is it used for? Just to look good?"

Fulkeng smiled but said nothing. No matter how Jinan asked, he just shook his head.

Jinan was about to ask more when a little head popped out from the kitchen. Pinghai, wearing an apron, shouted at the top of his voice, "Everyone, get ready! Dinner is about to begin!"

"Ah, finally... I'm almost starving to death." Feihong, with long golden hair, followed Yingrui and Zhaohe down the stairs, and Haiqi followed closely behind, rubbing his eyes.

Today's breakfast is a typical Chinese style, with steamed buns, fried dough sticks, soy milk, preserved egg and lean meat porridge, tea eggs and some stir-fried vegetables.

With her hair tied up on the side of her head and two braids hanging down, Haiqi, wearing white stockings, swayed her calves. She picked up a bun, took a small bite, and squinted her eyes happily. "It's delicious."

"Of course." Pinghai puffed out his chest proudly, causing his slightly thin shirt to sway violently, earning him a barrage of jealous glances.

However, the carefree Pinghai did not notice that she was shaking her head proudly, with her arms folded across her chest, and her already impressive chest was squeezed even more majestically by her arms.