How come I, who has the physique of a succubus, was pushed back by the ship girl?

With a shudder in his body, Bismarck's thoughts were quickly brought back to reality.

She didn't dare to think about it any further, nor did she dare to stay any longer. She had no choice but to compromise and pretend to be annoyed and spoke calmly.

"They said they were here to relieve my stress, but I see...it looks like they were here to take my blood pressure."

"Being affectionate with others in front of others makes me look like an alien and out of place."

"Forget it. I won't bother with you two this time. I'll go take care of my business first."

The action of holding his forehead with his hand due to headache, coupled with the teasing that was neither funny nor sad, finally made Zhou Xuan, the person involved, look a little embarrassed.

He wanted to say something, but due to his deep love, his lips were already tightly blocked by the beauty in front of him.

He couldn't even open his arms, let alone speak.

As a second choice, he had to express his apology to Bismarck with his eyes.

The black and blue looked at each other, and each other's figures were deeply reflected in each other's eyes.

Bismarck just smiled and shook his head without saying anything more.

She wanted to stand up straight, but for some reason her usually nimble body became staggering.

He staggered and almost fell back into his seat due to losing his balance.

After barely straightening himself up, he turned around with a stern face and walked towards the desk.

The flexible steps were slightly stiff, as if he was enduring something.

Zhou Xuan could see that as Bismarck raised and lowered his legs, the range of his motion seemed to be tighter.

Considering the series of behaviors, the girl's condition was relatively abnormal.

Fortunately, with Tirpitz's subsequent offensive, Zhou Xuan did not have any extra time to guess.

Fortunately, the journey to the desk was not far, and Bismarck quickly arrived at her destination for rest.

And when she sat in the familiar office chair again.

Her mentality was more relaxed than ever before, and she couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

Since persuasion is useless, I might as well use official documents to divert my attention and return to normal.

Bismarck, who had regained some rationality after struggling between restraint and emotion, immediately came up with a suitable response method.

Eager for change, his hands moved quickly and neatly, and he soon spread out a folder and placed it in front of her.

"I know my limits, Zhou Xuan. My sister can understand us."

They were so tightly fitted together that Tirpitz could naturally sense the concerns of the people around him.

She let go of his lips and raised her hand to brush away the broken hair that remained on his forehead, just like brushing away the worries in his heart.

"Don't worry, I will only use what I just said tonight, in the boudoir you and I love."

After all, she is the sister of the Iron-blooded Chancellor, and Tirpitz's methods should not be underestimated. She easily calmed Zhou Xuan's emotions with just a few words.

Then they put aside their worries and interacted with each other, continuing the warmth between them after their long separation.

However, things in the world have always maintained relative attributes. The peaceful life here in Zhou Xuan does not mean that it is the same in other places.

The rustling sound of the pen had long since died down, and the pen had been casually thrown aside.

The officer's gloves, which were as white as new, suffered the same fate.

Without the gloves, the white and flawless soft hair was clearly revealed.

As the flirting sounds continued to linger in her ears, Bismarck slowly stretched out his hand and rubbed his slender jade fingers against each other.

Every time their fingertips touched, she could clearly feel a hint of wetness lingering between her fingers.

Eventually it turned into a tangible feeling, icy and cool, which, along with the breeze blowing past, constantly stimulated her fragile nerves.

Looking back to the source, I found that the edge of the black hip skirt was roughly lifted up at some point.

The beautiful scenery that should have been called the absolute domain is now in full view.

Under the refraction of the sunlight, a few drops of crystal liquid that slid down her legs were exposed to her eyes.

“This…is this me?”

His pupils shrank, and Bismarck's tone trembled with a hint of disbelief.

If her previous self-expression could still be explained by her unique affinity.

How can she excuse herself for what is happening now?

While doubting itself, the frightened kitten couldn't help but follow its instinct and looked up at the loving couple.

Looking past Tirpitz, he looked at Zhou Xuan's back, continuing to feel his presence, and couldn't calm down for a long time.

Extraordinary times call for special treatment, and sometimes, going too far is necessary to correct a wrong.

Finally understanding something, Bismarck suddenly withdrew his little hand, clenched it into a fist, and blocked her mouth.

He immediately leaned over and laid neatly on the cold solid wood table.

Thinking of Zhou Xuan's figure in my mind, I whispered his name.

But he opened his mouth wide, with a hint of determination, and left a row of red teeth marks on the back of her originally flawless hand.

White with red, deep and penetrating...

Chapter 82: What? Thinking about me?!

No unnecessary accidents happened, the two groups of people kept to themselves, and with different mindsets they parted ways happily and went back to their own homes.

When he officially took office, the careful Zhou Xuan, Bismarck's adjutant, quickly discovered something was wrong.

It's not because of work.

Zhou Xuan always felt that after the passionate love affair with Tirpitz in the office that day.

Bismarck seemed to be keeping a distance from himself.

Was it the frivolous incident that happened that day that offended this mature, steady and iron-blooded leader?

Zhou Xuan had come to this conclusion more than once.

He also wanted to go over and apologize to the other party. Not to mention maintaining his good image in her heart, at least it could ease the embarrassment that happened that day.

This is what Zhou Xuan planned.

But during the unintentional collisions, the sincerity revealed in the girl's eyes always dispelled his thoughts again and again.

Although that hint of true emotion would always flash across her expression afterwards, Zhou Xuan knew clearly that it was not the expression of disgust that one should have.

Since their relationship was still the same, he had no intention of offending this proud lady.

So where does this vague sense of distance between us come from?

Zhou Xuan was puzzled.

Just as he was lost in thought, Bismarck's voice came.

"What are you thinking about? Why are you so absorbed in your work? This is not like your style."

Bismarck spoke in a brisk tone, like an explorer who had discovered a new world.

He glanced sideways, blinking his eyes, his face full of curiosity.

Zhou Xuan withdrew his wandering thoughts and glanced around.

He was not in a hurry to answer her question, but quietly looked at the interested face of the person in front of him.

This is what he calls the sense of distance that seems to be there but not there.

When I need to stick close to you for work report.

Bismarck would put on a stern face, abruptly distance himself from her, and emphasize the clear distinction between public and private between men and women.

But when I am working hard or haven't been close to her for a while.

This restless little cat always seems unable to bear the loneliness, and would find all kinds of topics to talk to him about.

It’s a very abnormal way of getting along, and this is the case right now.

She waited a long time for his answer, and saw Zhou Xuan's eyes always stayed on her face.

Bismarck, who was immersed in it just now, suddenly felt a tightness in his heart for no reason. He frowned and asked.

"What...what's wrong? Why are you staring at me..."

"Is there something on my face?"

After saying that, Bismarck raised her little hand again and wiped it back and forth on her face, fearing that there would be something strange remaining on her surface.

In front of him, when the topic of appearance was mentioned, the usually steady and iron-blooded prime minister would rarely show a trace of nervousness. Zhou Xuan couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

But as a ship girl, she is as beautiful and charming as a spring flower. Even if something really gets on her face, it will not affect her stunning beauty at all.

In response, Zhou Xuan just shook his head and said with a faint smile.

"Nothing, I was just thinking about something."

"What could possibly make you think so deeply about it?"

Bismarck breathed a sigh of relief, put down his hand, suppressed his nervousness, raised his eyebrows, and continued to ask.

"It's been a while since I came to the headquarters, but this is the first time I've seen you like this. Could it be that you can't let go of the affairs of the port area?"

"But with Eugen here, why should you worry? You know her abilities."

It seems that I have to get to the bottom of it and resolve the doubts in my heart.

Having said this, Bismarck still rested his elbows on the table, looking at Zhou Xuan with relish.

Following the emotions, the body lying on the table swayed from time to time.

Coupled with the curious expression of the person in front of her, it inadvertently added a bit of girlish playfulness.

The more he read, the more strange it seemed to him. Seeing that Bismarck seemed to want to tell him all the possible answers because he had not responded yet, Zhou Xuan had no choice but to speak.

"No, although the port area is all my hard work, I am not the only one protecting it. With everyone's efforts, I am not worried."

"Besides, as you said, with Eugen here, she can do the best job."

As he spoke one by one, seeing that all his speculations were easily overturned by Zhou Xuan, Bismarck, who was originally only slightly curious, now became even more interested.

"Then why are you in a daze? Is it because..."

The conversation ended here, and for a moment he seemed to have guessed something.

When he looked up again, there was a hint of disbelief in Bismarck's eyes.

"Is it because of... Tirpitz?"

No one could know how wildly Bismarck's thinking evolved after he was imprisoned.

The focus of attention was on the port area in the previous second, and the next second it jumped to Tirpitz.

Zhou Xuan scratched his head, his face full of doubts.

"What's wrong with Miss Tizi?"

"It was that kind of thing....the day you were dating..."

His personality is serious and solemn, even to the point of being dull.

When it came to such a private matter, Bismarck couldn't even speak clearly.

After hesitating for a while, and then under Zhou Xuan's increasingly puzzled gaze, she simply used her fingertips to explain to him the exciting content of their date that day.

It was vivid and vivid. Just by touching two fingers together, Zhou Xuan was able to understand those difficult-to-speak contents. He was surprised and quickly denied it.

"That has nothing to do with Sister Tizi. I was just thinking about you, Bismarck."

"You...what did you say?"

He didn't care about his manners and the person in front of him gasped.

Before this, all of Bismarck's actions could be described as that of a curious kitten.

As soon as these words were spoken, the kitten's curiosity immediately turned into shocking fear.

With a shiver, she shrank her delicate body, which was almost lying in front of Zhou Xuan, back.