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She moved to make room on the recliner and patted it with her slender hands. "Of course, Admiral, would you like to sit for a while?"

There was clearly a lounge chair next to him, but he let himself sit with her? Xue Cheng's heart moved, and he smiled at Nelson's provocative expression.

Xue Cheng, who had been unsealed, was no longer the same as before. If he were the old him, he might have refused hypocritically, or just sat there obediently.

However, Xue Cheng had grown up a lot that night. The innocent boy he once was had gradually faded away, and what was left was...

Xue Cheng sat down casually, but he was not satisfied with the piece of land given by Nelson, but longed for more.

He leaned over and squeezed himself onto the recliner, lying sideways facing Nelson. Seeing Nelson looking at him in surprise, he said, "I still prefer it this way."

Nelson stared at Xue Cheng in a daze, and even his right eye, which had been closed, quietly opened, which surprised Xue Cheng.

"Admiral..." Nelson reached out and gently stroked Xue Cheng's face, saying in disbelief, "Are you really the admiral? Or am I dreaming?"

"Of course I'm not dreaming." Xue Cheng held down the slender hand that was outlining his facial features and asked curiously, "But you, it turns out that you can open your right eye?"

"Huh?" Nelson was stunned for a moment, and her eyelids, which had just opened, quickly closed. She pursed her lips and said unhappily, "Of course I can open them. My eyes are not broken."

"Then why do you keep one eye closed?" Xue Cheng asked.

In the game, Nelson's portrait always has his right eye closed, even in his severely damaged state. This is mainly because he is the Viscount Nelson, a vice admiral in British history, who was hit in the face by a stone in a battle, causing permanent blindness in his right eye.

Moreover, the official has not clearly stated what condition Nelson's eyes are in, so Xue Cheng always thought that Nelson was a one-eyed dragon like those ship girls who were born with defects.

Nelson thought for a moment and replied, "It's probably a habit. Just like some people's quirks, I really like the feeling of closing one eye and seeing the world with only my left eye."

"Quirk...?" Xue Cheng thought thoughtfully. Will the settings in the game be automatically rationalized in this world?

In that case, what about the Prince of Wales and Dido-class ship girls?

Xue Cheng suddenly became curious.

Nelson looked at Xue Cheng's absent-minded look, his eyebrows slightly wrinkled, and a rare trace of resentment appeared on his handsome little face.

She puffed her cheeks, seemed a little angry, stretched out her hands to hold Xue Cheng's face, and said, "Admiral, don't you think it's not time to think about strange things?"

Xue Cheng looked at Nelson and asked in surprise, "Then what should we do?"

Nelson took a deep breath and was about to say something when Xue Cheng suddenly came close to him and stopped him.

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181. Relay

"The Admiral seems to be becoming more skilled." Nelson wiped the silver thread from the corner of his mouth and raised his eyebrows.

Xue Cheng rested his head on his right arm, facing Nelson with an innocent expression on his face: "Nelson, don't you like it?"

"If the admiral's proficiency only belongs to me, then I should be happy." Nelson rolled his eyes at him.

Xue Cheng made an expression as if he didn't understand.

Nelson waited for a moment, then realized Xue Cheng was playing dumb. He reached out and tugged at his cheek, then said with a smile, "Tell me the truth, Admiral, how many people have you kissed to become so skilled?"

"How many people?" Xue Cheng touched his lips subconsciously. Although he is now experienced in kissing, he is usually on the passive receiving side, and his skills are basically honed passively.

Xue Cheng coughed lightly and said with a wandering gaze, "This kind of thing is not important, right?"

"Why doesn't it matter?" Nelson sneered deliberately, "This means that what should have belonged to me has been secretly tasted by countless wild cats without my knowledge."

Xue Cheng was speechless: "When did I become yours? If you really want to count it, Nelson is the ship girl and wife who belongs only to me, right?"

Nelson looked at Xue Cheng in surprise. She confirmed again that the admiral in front of her seemed to have really changed a little.

Or perhaps the Admiral had simply reverted to his pre-historic, overbearing attitude towards the shipgirls? But why didn't she feel the same awkward estrangement from the Admiral?

The girl lowered her eyes slightly, her expression softening considerably, and she said softly, "Yes, I am the admiral's wife."

"..." Xue Cheng looked at the girl with her eyes downcast and a slight blush on her cheeks, feeling a little surprised.

Is that it? I didn't say anything overly sweet just now, did I? How could a girl as heroic as Nelson suddenly become so delicate?

Xue Cheng was confused, but he didn't intend to foolishly ask the other party for answers. He consciously moved his body, held Nelson in his arms, and let her lean on his chest.

It didn't take long for Xue Cheng to pay the price for his stupidity.

"It's so hot." Although Nelson's body temperature was a little cold, it returned to normal temperature after being held in his arms for a while. Xue Cheng only felt a stuffy heat and sweat kept pouring down.

"Hmm..." Nelson frowned, pushed Xue Cheng away a little, and wiped the sweat off his face with a look of disgust.

"Sorry." Xue Cheng said awkwardly, and took a towel from the table next to him to wipe his sweat: "It's too hot today."

"If you feel hot, don't get so close." Nelson's expression returned to calm. She rolled her eyes at Xue Cheng and simply sat up from the recliner.

His gaze naturally passed over Xue Cheng, and Nelson suddenly narrowed his eyes, with a hint of a smile on his lips.

She shrugged, suddenly stood up, and walked towards the beach: "Admiral, please rest here for a while. I'm going to swim in the sea for a while."

"Hey, I'm going with you..." Xue Cheng stretched out his hand, but before he could grab Nelson, he saw the girl ignored him and ran away with light steps, and soon went far away.

"...There's no need to be so anxious, right? Or do I smell bad?" Xue Cheng put his arm under his nose and sniffed his own scent.

"Sweat always smells bad, right? Is there anyone whose sweat smells good?"

A clear voice with a hint of coldness came over. Xue Cheng turned around and saw a girl wearing a pure white bikini, with a hot body and a blue diamond mark under her left eye standing not far behind him, looking at him.

"It's her..." Xue Cheng's expression suddenly became strange, and he suddenly understood why Nelson was in a hurry to leave.

Is it the tacit understanding developed between comrades-in-arms?

Xue Cheng muttered to himself. Be it Lexington, Bismarck, or Nelson, none of them seemed to show possessiveness towards him. Instead, they were creating opportunities for others. This made Xue Cheng, who thought he would be fought over as a treasure, feel a little uncomfortable.

But now was not the time to delve into it. Xue Cheng gathered his thoughts and waved to the white-haired girl: "Hello, Washington."

As the proof of Oti in the early stage of the game, Washington was once a powerful battleship that Xue Cheng could only dream of. At that time, he did not have the strong accumulation later, nor was he a big spender. For a long time, he could only look at other people's Washington with envy and jealousy.

Until later, the arrogant president finally could not resist Xue Cheng's sincerity, responded to his call, and joined the garrison.

Xue Cheng, who finally got the beauty, immediately arranged a familiar process: go to war, hang up a secretary ship, give out rings, and turn Washington into his own wedding ship.

Washington, the cool and beautiful white-haired beauty...

Xue Cheng looked at the girl behind him and swallowed guiltily.

From her words, one could guess that what she had just done with Nelson might have been seen by the other party, which was not a good sign.

Although everyone is his wings and there is no sign of palace fighting for the time being, Xue Cheng will not let his guard down.

After all, even humans can trip over their left foot. If a twelve-winged archangel like Xue Cheng doesn't handle this properly, his wings will get tangled during flight, which can easily cause a plane crash.

"Washington is here." Xue Cheng smiled and pointed to the lounge chair beside him. "Sit down. It's very hot outside. You don't look like you have sunscreen on, right? That's not a good idea. Ultraviolet rays are very harmful to the skin."

Washington nodded and walked under the parasol. However, she did not sit across from Xue Cheng. Instead, she sat next to him. Facing Xue Cheng's surprised gaze, she slowly said, "What's wrong? Nelson can do it, but I can't?"

"No, everyone is the same." Xue Cheng shook his head quickly and slowly moved away.

Although Washington did not have a hatchet, she had a more destructive axe. Although in the setting, Washington's axe was different from the more practical Indian tomahawk in North Carolina, it was still easy to split a person's skull in her hand.

Washington frowned. She noticed Xue Cheng's retreat and chased after him, staring at him with a pair of cold eyes: "Then why did the admiral run away?"

"Nothing, I just feel a little hot." Xue Cheng wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Is that so?" Washington's face showed a thoughtful expression. He picked up a fan from the table next to him and fanned Xue Cheng. "Admiral, are you still hot now?"

Xue Cheng shook his head: "Much better, thank you."

After a pause, Xue Cheng asked curiously, "By the way, why is Washington here?"

Washington chuckled softly, met Xue Cheng's gaze, and said slowly, "What are Xiaohua and the others planning? Could it be that the Admiral hasn't guessed it?"

"How is that possible..." Xue Cheng smiled helplessly, put on a disappointed expression, and said, "I originally thought Washington came here specifically for me, but it turns out he was just instigated by Xiaohua and the others?"

Washington was startled, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he said with a half-smile: "Although the cause is like this, my goal is indeed the admiral."

"Really?" Xue Cheng asked in surprise, "How do you prove it?"

Washington blinked, lowered his gaze slightly, and slowly approached with half-closed eyes, breathing out orchids: "That's good..."

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182. The troublesome Nan Pang

Xue Cheng stared at Washington. As the distance between them got closer, he could already feel the warmth of the girl's face and her warm breath.

However, just when Washington was about to make contact with Xue Cheng, she suddenly stopped, put her slender hand on Xue Cheng's chest and pushed, quickly creating distance.

"?" Xue Cheng tilted his head and looked at Washington in confusion.

The girl brushed her hair, closed one eye like Nelson, and said calmly, "The Admiral just spoke to Nelson..."

Before he could finish his words, Washington suddenly noticed that Xue Cheng's eyes were stunned and he was looking behind him, as if he saw something surprising.

Before Washington could think about it, a drawn-out cry came from far away and reached their ears: "Huahua Washington! What are you doing?!!"

"Bang!" A violent impact came from the back, and Washington subconsciously opened his mouth to scream. However, before the sound came out, he collided with Xue Cheng under the push of the force behind him, and the scream was naturally blocked.

Washington widened his eyes and met Xue Cheng's gaze, who was knocked over on the recliner by him. The next second, both of them pressed each other's shoulders and separated.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts..." Xue Cheng covered his mouth and forehead with a distorted expression.

The scene just now was very similar to a kiss that happened by coincidence in an idol drama. To the audience who were in love, it might seem romantic and sweet, but Xue Cheng, who experienced it personally, only felt pain.

Xue Cheng was hit on the forehead by Washington's headbutt, which almost knocked him unconscious. Their teeth collided violently again, and Xue Cheng felt as if his front teeth were broken, and his mouth was full of blood.

Asshole! Those idol drama scenes where two people bump into each other by chance, kiss, and then start a love affair are all fake! It would be strange if they didn't go to the hospital right away!

Xue Cheng was heartbroken. He didn't care about anything else and quickly checked. Fortunately, his teeth were still there, but blood was oozing from the gaps between his teeth and his lip was also broken.

Washington wasn't feeling well either. Before she used the power of her ship suit, her physical fitness was only that of an ordinary person. She covered her mouth and turned around, glaring angrily at the girl lying behind her, mumbling, "Fatty Nan! What the hell are you doing?!"

The girl who was the culprit was holding her forehead and climbing up from the recliner in a daze. The leap she had just made with all her strength had made her dizzy. Before she could come to her senses, Washington's voice instantly ignited her.

"Axe girl! Violent girl!" A slender and petite girl with a healthy, slightly dark complexion, wearing a white long dress and a flower hair ornament in her hair, jumped up and pointed at Washington angrily and said, "I should be the one asking you this! What are you going to do to the Admiral?!"

Washington took out a bottle of purified water and handed it to the admiral, watching him rinse his mouth with a grimace, spit out the blood in his mouth, and a throbbing blue vein slowly emerged on his forehead.

She stood up and silently took out a gleaming axe from behind her. The expression of the girl opposite immediately became stiff, but she still stared at her stubbornly.

"I am the admiral's wedding ship. Do I need the approval of a mere fat southerner to do anything I want?" Washington raised his axe and gestured a few times casually. Looking at the trajectory of the axe blade, it was hitting the vital parts of the girl opposite.

"I, I'm also the Admiral's wedding ship!" The girl's words lacked confidence, but she still refused to give in. "The Admiral clearly doesn't like this, don't you have any self-awareness at all?"