Lexington clenched the doorknob, unscrewed the door a little, and crept into his room. She was wearing a white shirt that wrapped around her perfect figure, revealing her white thighs underneath. She stepped barefoot on the cold floor, her cat leaning close to the closet by the wall, trying to pull her clothes out of it.

Due to the fierce fighting last night, the clothes she was wearing were thrown into the washing machine and she had to come back in a clean shirt from Jiqi. Since it was still relatively early, everyone in the town guard was still asleep, so no one noticed anything unusual when they came back. She breathed a sigh of relief, turned her head to look at her sister who was lying on the bed breathing steadily, and quietly opened the closet door.

Inside, Lexington and Saratoga clothes were neatly arranged. The wardrobe was divided into three levels, with their underwear at the top, blouses in the middle, trousers at the bottom, and another door opening to hang long dresses and several dresses. Most of the clothes were purchased in Heidelberg that day, apparently because of the sale, and at the request of the Admiral, everyone in the town guard bought more than five pieces of clothing to fill their wardrobe.

Lexington reached out and took off a white undergarment from the top, and then pulled out a white skirt trimmed with lace from the side. She placed her skirt beside the bed, unbuttoned the Admiral's shirt, and prepared to change into her clothes to start the day. As for the shirt, she will wash it and keep it as a souvenir.

"Sister? How did you come back? Suddenly, Lexington's voice came from behind him, and his tone was as cold as if he had ice cubes in his mouth. She turned her head awkwardly to look at Saratoga sitting up behind her, her eyes glowing with anger.

"Saratoga, why did you wake up and don't sleep a little longer?" Lexington feigned composure and continued to unbutton as if nothing had happened. She took off her shirt, which was slick and unadorned, and the sunlight outside the window shone into the room through the lace curtains, leaving a faint glow on her smooth bare back.

"So where did my sister go last night? Why didn't I come back all night. Rather than being fooled, Saratoga was directly questioned. She actually didn't fall asleep at all last night, after the Admiral told her the story, she was just sleeping lightly, and finally opened her eyes slightly, and what she saw was that her sister hugged the Admiral who was leaving, and the two closed the door and didn't know what to do. After that, she waited alone in her room until dawn. In fact, she didn't ask and knew what she could do with the commander according to her sister's personality, it was nothing more than doing something shameful and exciting, and the two of them rolled around in the sheets naked, just like the book said. Thinking of this, she looked at her sister's gaze with envy and jealousy.

"No, it's just that the commander had some materials for me to sort out last night, and we fell asleep in the office after finishing them." Lexington opened up to explain that she didn't have a direct showdown with Saratoga and tell her everything that happened last night. She didn't think it was time to tell her the truth, after all, she was one of her competitors, although there was no hope.

"Really? Then why is my sister still wearing the Commander's shirt and my sister's clothes? Saratoga looked at the white shirt that had been taken off, picked it up and put it to the tip of her nose and sniffed, it had the scent of Lexington mixed with another familiar smell, Saratoga knew it was the smell of the Commander.

"It's my sister's clothes that are dirty, and the commander who wore them came back." Lexington's face was not red and her heart was not beating to tell lies, she changed into her long dress, and regained her former perfect image, her long flaxen hair was draped behind her back, like a new wife. "By the way, I'm going to make breakfast for the Commander now, Saratoga, what do you want to eat?" She smiled softly at her sister, and there seemed to be a light of pity and pride in her eyes.

"Anything goes." Saratoga replied with a straight face, as a younger sister, she could naturally sense the smug look in her sister's eyes and the changes in her body, and the most important thing was the tone of her voice, what is making breakfast for the commander, asking my opinion is only incidental. Thinking of this, she pouted and fell on the bed, burrowing into the bed with her back to Lexington, not wanting to speak.

"That sister will go first, and I'll remember to get up for breakfast later." Lexington looked at his sister who was losing his temper, and knew that he couldn't hide it from her, so he sighed helplessly, put on the sandals on the shoe cabinet and walked out of the room, leaving Saratoga alone curled up under the covers.

What! How can my sister be like this! Saratoga bit her lip and pinched the corner of the sheet, tears of grievance rolling in her eyes. She has different thoughts about the commander, she wants to see her smile every day, she wants to feel the temperature of his palm every day, she wants to listen to his stories every day to sleep, and she wants to enjoy his warm embrace for a while every day. But she knew that the commander's mind was all on her sister, and she treated herself with family-like care at most. After all, my sister is better than herself, she can cook, dress up, be coquettish and soothe people with a gentle tone. She doesn't know anything, the only thing she can do is be lazy and naughty, in his eyes she is like a child who hasn't grown up, who would like such an ignorant child? Not even a fool.

But even so, she wanted to lie in the arms of the commander, listen to his voice and fall asleep, see familiar faces and get sweet good morning kisses every morning, but these were her own imaginations. She sniffled, took a deep breath, and entered her nose with the breath of sunshine, trying to calm her sour heart. The morning light shone on her wrinkled little face, and she looked like a poor child, no one loved her.

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kitchen

Jiqi hummed a tune and stood on the steaming stove, constantly flipping the bacon and meatloaf in the pan with his fork, as he returned to his post after many days. Ever since Lexington arrived, I felt lazy, and almost every day I sat in bed waiting for the sun to rise, and then walked slowly to the cafeteria and ate the breakfast that had been prepared. Seriously, now Jiqi finally knows what the most suitable shipwreck in the atlas means, so Lexington, who can go up to the hall and down to the kitchen, is not a wife, so who is worthy of the title of wife.

But now it was different from the past, so I did something shameful with Mrs. Lexington, and asked her to get up and make breakfast, and asked herself if she could do such a scumbag thing. So, he put on his wife's pink apron and appeared in the kitchen in her place.

"Darling!" A soft voice appeared behind Jiqi, sweet like a soft marshmallow. He didn't have to look back to know that it was Lexington who had come in, because she was the only one who would say such a sensual thing without blushing and without a beating heart.

"What's the matter, ma'am." Jiqi didn't look back, just stared intently at the bubbling oil pot.

"Miss you, Darling." Lexington wrapped his arms around Jiqi's chest from behind, burying his face sideways in his thick back. The long white dress couldn't hide her beautiful figure, and the amazing elasticity and touch disintegrated Jiqi's calm defense line little by little.

"It's only been separated for a while, it's so clingy." Ji Qi smiled, turned his head and rubbed the girl's long hair. "You didn't find anything when you went back to Saratoga."

"What do you think?" Lexington snorted, "She's just a little mischievous, but she's not stupid at all. ”

"So does she know what's going on between us?" Jiqi turned the bacon again, and the oil beads that came out kept squeaking.

"Sure, she woke up when I went back, and she looked at me wearing your shirt, and she was a fool who knew what happened last night." Lexington's slick hand slipped under Jiqi's short sleeves and slid over his chest. "It's not all your fault, I have to wear what your clothes are, now that I've been discovered, what do you say."

"But weren't you happy when you put it on?" Jiqi's left hand pressed the girl's small hand. "What else can I do now, I can only confess." He didn't have any secrets, and he didn't feel the need to hide such things.

"But if she was told, she would be very sad." Lexington whispered. She has a deep understanding of her sister's temper, and if she doesn't get what she likes, she will always be obsessed with it, like a dead child, and she has to get it.

"But if I don't say it, you'll be sad too." Ji Qi turned off the stove, scooped up the fried meatloaf and bacon and put them on a plate, and put the tested bread pieces in layers to make a hamburger.

"yes, so what is the Commander going to do?" Lexington asked curiously. The decision now is not in her hands, but in the hands of the Admiral, and as for what decision he will make, it is not for her to interfere. Even if she is a marriage ship, the bottom line of some things cannot be touched.

"What can I do, if you don't want to tell her, then I'll have to say it." Jiqi sighed, "I don't know much about love, but I know that if people who don't feel it are forced together, there will be no end in the end." ”

yes, love is such a thing as a really wonderful thing. It's so strange that it's like an incomprehensible fog, and no one knows what's inside. Even if I don't have any feelings or heartbeats for Saratoga right now, who knows what will happen in the future? It is possible that like Wales and Lexington, he will actively climb into her bed. Fantasizing about that kind of picture, Jiqi's face turned a little red.

"So what does Darling mean that if you have feelings for Saratoga, then you will accept her wishes?" Lexington playfully reads his subtext.

"You make me feel like a scumbag when you say this, and I won't refuse to come." Jiqi smiled helplessly.

"Isn't it? Sister flowers or something, do you dare to say that you haven't thought about it? She stretched out her hand and gently stroked Jiqi's chest, an incomprehensible smile on the corner of her mouth.