Today's tutelary fort remains peaceful.

As a ship girl, strong strength is her confidence, and outstanding military achievements are her economic source. With the support of these two conditions, Clemenceau is no longer as stubborn as she used to be, maintaining her disguised personality.

"I've already eaten." Xue Cheng shrugged regretfully and said, "What a shame! I was planning to show you my cooking skills."

Jean Bart, who was disposing of the garbage, brightened his eyes and said with a smile, "If the Admiral is willing, I don't mind eating a little more. After all, girls have two stomachs."

Enough! Two stomachs is used to describe a girl's love of sweets, not to let you eat twice the size of a regular meal!

Xue Cheng's eyes rolled around, and he suddenly remembered the other person's character. A sinister smile crossed his lips: "Sure."

Jeanbar blinked, she hadn't expected the Admiral to agree.

"But when I cook, I like to have someone help me." Xue Cheng crossed his arms and said with a smile, "Let Bal be my assistant. I'll let you wash and chop the vegetables. How about that?"

Jean Bart, who had been somewhat expectant, immediately shook her head rapidly. However, she still did not give up. She did not dare to provoke the eldest sister openly, so she looked at the youngest sister Clemenceau and said, "Let Clemenceau go. I'm busy cleaning the coffee table and don't have time."

Are all sisters in the world the same? Xue Cheng recalled that when he was still at home, it seemed that the older brothers and sisters among his relatives who were much older than him would often push the errands and other tasks to him, and they would enjoy the leisure time on the side.

But compared to her own miserable self, Clemenceau had the right to refuse. She turned her face away and said in a cold tone, "No, I had a full dinner. If you want to eat, go and help yourself."

Jean Bart glared and said, "Clemenceau, don't you listen to your sister?"

Clemenceau remained unmoved: "I have never heard of your words before."

Jean Bart wanted to say more, but Richelieu came over and ruffled her slightly messy short hair: "Stop making trouble and clean up the living room quickly."

"As you command!" Jean Bart saluted Richelieu.

When Jean Bart threw out the garbage and returned to the living room, Clemenceau was the only one left in the room.

"Where are the admiral and sister?" Jean Bart sat next to Clemenceau and asked curiously.

"Let's go back to the room. My sister said there are bugs in the room that need to be cleaned up." Clemenceau peeled the orange calmly, put the plump flesh into his mouth, and bit it gently.

Hmm... a little sour.

"Oh, back to the room... What?!" Jean Bal was shocked and subconsciously looked towards the second floor. "Are you serious? Are they really..."

Bugs and the like were obviously just an excuse, which made Bal realize that although his sister liked to put some potted plants in the room, she did regular pest control.

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Clemenceau nodded, his expression sour, perhaps because he had eaten sour oranges or for some other reason.

Clemenceau picked up another orange slice and before he could put it in his mouth, he caught a glimpse of Jean Bart quietly moving towards the stairs.

"Hey!" Clemenceau was startled and whispered, "What are you doing? Don't make my sister angry!"

Jean Bart turned his head and asked in surprise, "What's wrong?"

Clemenceau crossed his arms and said stiffly, "You're not a wedding ship, why are you joining in the fun? It's not your turn to grab the admiral."

Is being a wedding ship such a big deal? Do you understand what "Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west" means? Did you just arrive at the tutelary fort and become a wedding ship?

Jean Bart blinked, suppressing his anger. Looking at his sister's sour expression, he retorted, "Hey, why are you making that face? Are you jealous?"

"Who, who is jealous!" Clemenceau retorted subconsciously with his cheeks slightly flushed.

"Don't get excited, just pretend I didn't say anything." Jean Bart raised a finger and shook it gently, then said with a smile, "By the way, aren't you curious?"

Clemenceau swallowed his words as he was about to continue to refute: "What are you curious about?"

Jean Bart said with a matter-of-fact expression, "Of course it's what the Admiral and Sister would do. You don't think they returned to the room just to catch bugs, do you?"

Clemenceau shook his head. Of course she wasn't that naive.

Although she looks like a junior high school student, she is mentally mature. Unlike a battleship destroyer, she can't play with children. As the admiral's wedding ship, Clemenceau knows everything she needs to know.

"So," Jean Bart smiled, his narrowed eyes sparkling as if they could radiate light. "You're also a wedding ship, right? Wouldn't it be nice to gain some experience beforehand? Bei Zhai and Da Feng's works... hehe, they're still little girls themselves. If you use that kind of stuff as a reference, aren't you afraid of being laughed at by the admiral in the future?"

Clemenceau felt dizzy. Her mind told her that this was wrong and she shouldn't do it. However, Jean Bart's words echoed in her mind, giving her different ideas.

Yes, just think of it as the admiral's sake. Sooner or later, I will...

Clemenceau covered her cheeks and lowered her head to hide the faint blush. After a while, she calmed down, raised her head, and said to Jean Bart who was waiting for a reply: "I will listen to you, second sister."

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205. Restless Morning

"Admiral, would you like some snacks?" Richelieu walked in with a tray and said to Xue Cheng, who was sitting on the edge of the bed and looking around curiously.

"Uh, thank you, but I've been working out recently and have given up snacks." Xue Cheng retracted his gaze and looked at the girl who had changed into a silk nightgown.

Her golden hair was loosened and casually draped over her shoulders. Her lips, which were always slightly pursed, also curved into a beautiful arc. At this moment, Richelieu did not have the heroic demeanor of a female knight in her usual days. She looked like an ordinary human girl.

Well, it seems that she is not ordinary, at least there are very few girls as beautiful as her among humans. Xue Cheng felt that if Richelieu were released into the outside world, none of those so-called beauties that appear once in a few thousand years would be able to fight her.

"It's okay." Richelieu walked over and sat down next to Xue Cheng. He casually placed the tray on the bedside table and said with a chuckle, "I've been working out lately, so I did some research. I carefully selected these snacks. They're low in fat, low in calories, and high in protein. They won't affect your workout results."

A faint warm fragrance drifted into Xue Cheng's nose, making his heart flutter. Xue Cheng looked at the girl's eager eyes, no longer insisted, stretched out his hand to the tray, and said, "Then have one."

There were some peeled nuts, individually wrapped protein bars and beef jerky on the plate. Xue Cheng hesitated and picked up a piece of jerky. As a carnivore, if he had a choice, meat snacks would definitely be Xue Cheng's first choice.

The jerky made from pure beef was a bit hard. Xue Cheng bit it with difficulty, his eyes darting around the room.

Unlike Lexington's room, Richelieu's room is decorated very exquisitely to create a romantic and warm atmosphere. The wallpaper uses a soft light blue tone, and the beige curtains are decorated with exquisite patterns.

A large wardrobe stood in the corner, its doors tightly closed, and one couldn't see what was inside. However, when Richelieu was changing clothes just now, Xue Cheng clearly saw that it was filled with all kinds of clothes. Obviously, while being a female knight, Sister Li also had the side of an ordinary woman.

The wooden retro-style dressing table was filled with cosmetics. Xue Cheng didn't recognize the brands in those bottles and jars, but based on the ship girl's financial resources, it was not difficult to guess that they were all high-end brands.

There are many potted plants placed near the windowsill, with large and small flower buds hanging on the tender green branches. Some have already opened and emit a faint fragrance.

Xue Cheng observed casually and finished the beef jerky unknowingly. Richelieu beside him handed him nuts. After Xue Cheng ate a few, he opened the package of a protein bar and handed it to his mouth.

"..." Xue Cheng was very sure that if he ate any more, his calorie intake for the day would definitely exceed the limit. He smiled bitterly and waved his hand, saying, "That's it. No more food."

"Admiral, eat a little more." Richelieu tore off another piece of beef jerky and handed it to him. A faint smile played on the corner of his mouth, and he said softly: "Don't worry, even if you eat more, you will still make up for today's calorie deficit."

"How is it possible..." Xue Cheng only said half of his words.

Richelieu stood up, walked to the window and pulled up the thick beige curtains. Then, ignoring Xue Cheng's stiff expression, he picked up a cavalry saber from the cabinet and walked straight to the door.

"Click." The door lock slid open with a sound. Richelieu's expression darkened. Holding a drawn saber, he said to the two girls outside who were making a runaway gesture, "What should I do? I don't need you to teach me, do I?"

Clemenceau turned pale with fear, and Jean Bart managed to remain calm, pulling his sister away.

After closing the door, Richelieu put the saber back. She picked up a strand of hair, twirling it between her fingertips, and said quietly, "Admiral, it's already very late."

Xue Cheng coughed lightly and said, "It's still early, still early, it's not completely dark yet."

Richelieu dropped her hair and walked lightly with lotus steps. As she walked, her loose silk nightgown outlined the hot lines faintly, which made Xue Cheng swallow his saliva secretly.

With a figure like this, there is no need to lose weight or shape your body. Sister Li, you really don’t have a clear understanding of yourself!

The girl turned off the bedroom light, leaving only the dim bedside lamp. She turned around and tilted her head to look at Xue Cheng: "What now?"

"I'm very tired today. Maybe next time." Xue Cheng tried to use the same trick again: "Next time for sure."

"It's okay." Richelieu completely ignored Xue Cheng's excuses, swayed his waist, sat down next to Xue Cheng, and slowly buried his rapidly reddening cheek in his shoulder: "If the Admiral can't do it, I can take the initiative."

"I, I can't do it?!" Xue Cheng was furious. No man could accept such a provocation. He felt his blood boiling and a huge amount of energy inexplicably surged in his body. The physical and mental fatigue was swept away, and the whole person became energetic in an instant: "I'll show you who is incompetent!"

With a click, the dim bedside lamp flickered and went out, and the room was suddenly plunged into darkness.

After an unknown amount of time, Xue Cheng's somewhat tired voice rang out in the room: "That's all for today. It's getting late. We should go to bed."

"But..." Richelieu's breathing was a little rapid, but he still tried to control his breath and said in a steady tone: "Shouldn't the Admiral show his masculinity? Is this the limit?"

"W-what?! How dare you say that! If that's the case, then come on. Who's afraid of who?"

……

"Is this all right now?" Xue Cheng's voice sounded again, but it seemed a little weaker than last time: "Go to sleep. I have to get up early to go running tomorrow."

"Didn't the Admiral just say it was more than enough? We need to rest now."

"Huh? Who was begging for mercy just now?"

"Pah!" Someone seemed to be hit in the darkness, and Richelieu's embarrassed voice rang out: "That's not the case. Admiral, you heard it wrong."

"Really? But I remember..."

"Admiral! Don't say it!"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"You are not allowed to laugh either!"

"Okay, I won't laugh." Xue Cheng pulled the girl into his arms and gently rubbed her forehead with his chin: "It's late, go to bed."

"Yeah." Richelieu didn't insist. She was also very tired. She rested her head on Xue Cheng's shoulder and slowly closed her eyes: "Admiral... dear, good night."

"OK, good night……"

……

The next morning, Xue Cheng was awakened by the noise outside the window. He opened his sleepy eyes and subconsciously looked out the window, but the thick curtains blocked his view.

"Who is it? Can't I sleep so early in the morning?" Xue Cheng muttered dissatisfiedly and was about to sit up.

"It's okay, don't worry about it." Richelieu's voice rang out. She took Xue Cheng's arm and wrapped it around her waist, squeezed into his arms, and said drowsily, "It must be Kongxiang and the others who are jogging in the morning."

"It's just wishful thinking... The little princess hasn't been well behaved at all today..." Xue Cheng lay back down, covered himself with the quilt that had slipped off, and slowly closed his eyes.

Just when Xue Cheng was half asleep, there was a knock on the door, and Bal's cautious voice rang out: "Sister? Admiral? Are you awake?"

"..." After being woken up twice in a row, Xue Cheng no longer felt sleepy, even though his eyelids were still heavy. He nudged Richelieu with his chin and said, "Your sister is calling you."

"So annoying..." Richelieu muttered softly, then opened his eyes, tightened the blanket around them, and said in a slightly impatient tone, "Jean Bart? What's wrong?"

"It's, it's not an important matter." Jean Bart was trembling with fear outside the room. It seemed that his sister was in a bad mood after waking up, especially with the admiral next to her. She must be very unhappy to be disturbed by him, right?

But what could she do? Clemenceau refused to agree to wake her sister up, and the fantasy and horror that had just come over her ran away quickly when she heard that her sister was sleeping, and even her usual fake fall was overcome.

Therefore, no matter how reluctant Bal was, he had no choice but to come in person.

"I heard Kong Xiang said that they seemed to have seen them coming back from running on the beach just now, and they brought a few people with them," said Jean Bart.