Elder brother's garrison

"Ah... well..."

"Hey... he didn't stab him, did he?"

"……no."

"That's good." The nurse gently bandaged Xiaobai's wound. "That's how boys are, they're so possessive. They're afraid no one in the world will know if they've got a girlfriend, they don't care about the girl's innocence at all."

After the bandage was finished, the nurse gently touched the hickey on Xiaobai's neck.

"Your original hairstyle was to cover this up, right?"

"Ah... yes..."

"Too mature, not suitable for you, let me find you another one."

"Oh... thank you..."

"I heard that hairstyle is cursed."

"Eh?!"

The nurse was a very efficient person. Xiaobai's hair was quite long, but she combed it incredibly quickly, and in no time she had styled Xiaobai's hair into a double ponytail hairstyle.

Looking at the little white hair, the nurse nodded as if she were looking at a very satisfactory work of art.

She went out the door and called out to the outside.

"Have you bought the clothes?"

“Bought it.” Saratoga’s voice rang out.

"Give it to me." The nurse reached out and picked up a bag containing clothes.

The original clothes were stained red with blood and were definitely unwearable.

"Let me help you put it on," the nurse said, pulling out a bra.

"I'll do this..." Xiaobai covered her chest, lowered her head, and her face turned slightly red.

"Hmm?" The nurse chuckled. "Still shy, huh?"

"..."

"Here, if you're not afraid of pain, put it on yourself." The nurse unfolded the bra and moved it in front of Xiaobai.

“…Thank you.” Xiaobai extended both hands.

With the help of the nurse, Xiaobai was finally able to put back on the clothes Saratoga had bought for him, one by one.

The wound on my back still aches slightly, but I can bear it.

Xiao Bai walked out the door.

In the clinic's corridor, Saratoga was squatting next to an empty chair, looking at him with a wronged expression.

“It’s all over now.” Little White walked up to Saratoga and squatted down as well. “Let’s go back.”

"……kindness."

With Saratoga in tow, Little White walked out of the clinic.

"Can we get out of bed now?" Saratoga asked from beside him.

"Sure," Xiaobai replied, "but the wound will hurt if you exercise too vigorously."

“…” Saratoga lowered his head, fiddling with his hands.

"Can I ask you for a favor?" Xiaobai asked.

"what's up?"

"Could you please not tell Bismarck about my injury?" Little White asked.

Saratoga shook his head.

If the two of them had some minor trouble, it would be fine to keep it from Bismarck. But if Little White was stabbed and hospitalized, that would be a big deal. This kind of incident is not something to be taken lightly; it must be told to Bismarck.

"It's okay, look, I'm fine, aren't I?" Xiaobai said, turning around. "Please, just don't say anything."

If I told Bismarck about my injury, she would worry.

Saratoga remained silent.

"It's a deal."

……

in the hotel.

Xiao Bai sat on the bed, placing her hands neatly on her lap.

Under the bed, Saratoga was kneeling on the floor, his face blank.

"Oh?" Bismarck, holding a feather duster, stood in front of Little White, staring at him with an icy gaze. "Is this your reason for keeping this from me?"

"I……"

"kindness?"

"I'm sorry... I was wrong." Xiaobai lowered her head.

Bismarck's crimson eyes looked at Saratoga.

"Sarah..."

"Boom!"

Saratoga slammed his head heavily to the ground, adopting a posture of repentance.

Bismarck looked at Saratoga for a moment, then turned his head away.

“I could tell when you came in that you were obviously out of balance, or at least injured, but I didn’t know it was to this extent.” Bismarck’s hand, which was holding a feather duster, had several veins showing from the force of the blow. “I told you not to go out alone. What if the person you were talking to earlier was an enemy? And why didn’t you contact me first when someone said Saratoga was in trouble? Didn’t I say I would be back soon?”

Bismarck's tone was calm, yet it seemed to contain a ton of rage, sending chills down one's spine.

Bismarck was genuinely angry.

“Why did you turn your back to the enemy? You’re not Saratoga, you’re just a human being. You’re lucky you survived this time with a dagger, but what if the assailants had guns?” Bismarck walked up to Little White and looked at him quietly. “Do you know the consequences of your actions? You are the admiral of the naval base. Do I need to explain how important your life is?”

Bismarck raised the hand holding the feather duster and swung it hard at Little White.

Little White was so frightened that it closed its eyes.

However, the expected pain did not occur.

Little White opened its eyes timidly.

Bismarck, her eyes red, looked at herself, the feather duster stopping a few centimeters away from her.

She angrily threw the feather duster to the ground.

"I do not care."

Bismarck walked out and slammed the door shut.

Xiao Bai looked at Saratoga, who was still kneeling and kowtowing, and gently got off the bed and moved over.

Little White touched Saratoga's arm.

Saratoga's arms were still trembling.

Little White hugged Saratoga.

"I'm sorry," Xiaobai whispered softly, "I was too naive..."

Saratoga's sobs could be heard.

"Sorry……"

The ship girls in this naval base have lost an admiral, so they are extremely sensitive in this regard.

They are so sensitive that even the slightest accident can cause them to break down in anxiety.

"When Bismarck returns, I need to apologize to her properly..."

……

Inside the detention center.

The man sat alone on the bed.

He touched his chin, which was wrapped in layers of gauze.

It hurts.

He let out a heavy sigh.

However, after catching his breath, he suddenly fell silent again.

Today, he was just one innocent girl's plea away from death.

Ironically, just seconds before pleading, he was smugly pleased with himself for hurting her.

"Tsk, embarrassing." He thought for a moment, then slapped his forehead hard.

"He's not a man."

He slapped himself hard again.

"Boom boom boom!" Just then, the wall behind the man was suddenly blown apart as if it had been hit by an explosion.

In an instant, stones of all sizes flew up.

A mature woman with short white hair walked in.

She looked at the man quietly.

She slowly walked towards him.

His lifeless, scarlet eyes stared at the man as if he were looking at a dead man.

"Who, who are you?" The man subconsciously took a few steps back.

The woman didn't answer.

She glanced at the gauze on the man's chin, and a glimmer of light appeared in her lifeless eyes.

"This is a police station, you...you're doing this...uh...uh..." The man was about to say something, but the woman acted as if she hadn't heard him. In an instant, she ran in front of the man, covered his mouth with her hand, and dragged him against the wall.

The movement aggravated the wound on his chin, and the man's face instantly turned bright red with pain.

"I won't kill you."

The woman raised her other fist, her small mouth moving slightly.

"You do not deserve."

She moved the man's hand from his neck to his neck and grabbed him like a chick.

"Then let's get started."

Chapter 50 Take it off!

As the crowd thinned out in the afternoon, Bismarck returned to his room.

"Ah, welcome back." At the door, Little White and Saratoga bowed and led Bismarck to the bedside.

Bismarck sat down expressionlessly.

With a smile, Xiaobai pressed on Bismarck's shoulder and sat down behind him.

"Is it hot? Are you tired? Would you like a shoulder massage?" Little White asked in a tiny voice as she massaged Bismarck's shoulders.

Saratoga handed Bismarck a disposable paper cup, then squatted down next to Bismarck with a two-liter bottle of cola in his arms, looking like he was waiting for orders.

Bismarck thought for a moment and then held out the paper cup in his hand.

Saratoga hissed as he unscrewed the Coke bottle and poured half a glass.

The cola in the paper cup churned and surged up, the bubbles instantly rising to the top and landing right on Bismarck's hand.

Saratoga shrank back, looking completely at a loss for what to do.

Bismarck looked at the bubbles in his hand, thought for a moment, and then raised his hand to lick up the spilled cola.

"Bismarck... are you still angry?" A timid voice came from behind Bismarck.

"What are you angry about?" Bismarck asked, sipping her cola.