Elder brother's garrison

"Of course~"

"..." Saratoga's gaze darted away, her expression stiff. She hesitated for a moment, but quickly mustered her courage and whispered, "Then... kiss... me..."

This has always been a source of anxiety for Saratoga.

Whether it's meeting Xiaobai, forming a friendship with Xiaobai, or being the first to connect with Xiaobai, Saratoga was clearly the first to arrive. However, during this time, one after another, heroes and villains suddenly appeared and jumped in front of Saratoga, taking away Xiaobai's first experience in every sense of the word.

There are so many ship girls who have kissed Shiro that you can't even count them on one hand, while Saratoga is still in the queue.

—At least Saratoga wants to know what White's lips taste like now.

After Saratoga finished speaking, he looked at Little White cautiously.

It was already quite an achievement to get the cowardly Saratoga to muster the courage to make such a request. The fighting spirit required for this action was more than ten times greater than that required to confront Lexington head-on.

Who knows how many years will pass before Saratoga is as brave as he is again.

Saratoga waited anxiously for Xiaobai's reply, feeling somewhat apprehensive.

If Xiaobai suddenly faints at this moment, or if her and Saratoga's actions are interrupted, then Saratoga will truly be doomed...

"Okay, let's kiss!" Xiaobai replied instantly.

"Huh? So decisive... I... I wasn't prepared..."

“Yes.” Little White responded, then reached out and cupped Saratoga’s face in his hands.

"No, no, don't we need to lay the groundwork first... The emotions haven't been properly built up yet... Then... " Saratoga didn't expect Little White to act so quickly, and for a moment she was stunned again.

As expected, Little White didn't give Saratoga a chance to react.

"I'm going!" Little White shouted happily from the shadows like a child, and then pressed his face against Saratoga's. In Saratoga's flustered state, he kissed her on the lips.

In the kitchen.

With the sounds of limbs rubbing together, Saratoga's moans emanated from the shadows, like a python returning home after a hunt, quietly retreating into the darkness. As it slowly moved, its thick, long body coiled and twisted, its tongue flicking in and out, layer upon layer of night overlapping.

After a long while, Saratoga's voice gradually became lower and slower.

They eventually gave up resistance.

A sudden "pop" sound rang out.

The two overlapping figures finally separated.

The little white creature riding on Saratoga wiped its mouth with its wrist while humming a song and swaying back and forth.

"Saratoga~ and then what, and then what..." Xiaobai asked.

Saratoga lay obediently on the ground beneath Little White, without making a sound.

"Saratoga?" Xiaobai reached out and shook the ship girl beneath him. After Saratoga still didn't react, he squinted and observed her carefully.

Saratoga was disheveled, her eyes closed, and she appeared to have fainted.

Her cheeks were flushed, her lips were slightly parted and moist, revealing her red tongue and white teeth. A glistening liquid trickled down Saratoga's lips to her chin, carrying a faint scent of strawberries mixed with alcohol, wafting out like silken threads.

"...She's asleep."

Little White looked at Saratoga, muttering to himself, then slowly lay down on Saratoga's body, resting his head in the full cleavage of Saratoga's chest, taking a deep breath, and relaxing with a sense of satisfaction.

"Goodnight, Saratoga." Little White closed her eyes and, after a few breaths, quickly drifted off to sleep.

The girl's breathing rose and fell, like a spring of melting ice, flowing quietly in the peaceful darkness.

A moment later, the kitchen light was switched on with a snap.

The light instantly dispelled the darkness in the kitchen, exposing Saratoga beneath Little White and Little White on top of Saratoga to the newcomer's gaze.

The person tiptoed to Xiaobai and Saratoga's side, slowly squatted down, and picked up the empty soda can that had fallen next to them.

Hold it under your nose and take a light sniff.

"I've heard a bit about how the admiral is when he's drunk, but I never imagined he was really this terrifying."

"This juice is no easier to make than wine."

A string of silvery laughter.

The person reached out, grabbed Xiaobai's knees and back, and picked Xiaobai up in their arms.

"Reeking of alcohol."

The person who came up stood up while muttering to himself.

He lowered his head and gently sniffed the smell of alcohol emanating from Xiaobai's mouth.

Finally, all eyes turned to Saratoga, who was lying alone on the ground.

for a long time.

Smile.

The person squatted down, freed one hand, gently wiped the drool from Saratoga's mouth, and then carefully straightened Saratoga's somewhat disheveled clothes.

Finally, he gently patted Saratoga's head.

"You've worked really hard."

"senior."

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Xiao Bai felt as if he were walking through a dark corridor.

The world spun around us, and the surrounding walls shone with dazzling light, like a kaleidoscope.

Touching the wall lightly, a flood of information rushes into my mind.

The sounds of vendors hawking their wares at the early morning market, the scratching of chalk on the blackboard, the patter of raindrops hitting the mud—faces flashed through my mind, pieces of paper brushed past my eyes. My heavy hands seemed to hold books, my warm legs felt like a hot spring. My fingertips were icy cold, my lips burning. Tears seemed to well up in my eyes, yet laughter rose to my lips.

As I withdrew my arm, all the sensations vanished.

Little White walked forward and walked, and after a day, it felt like a year. As it walked, the corridor came to an end.

It seemed as if Xiaobai had reached the end of her memories.

The end of memory?

Was it the day you were born?

As I raised my arm to touch the finish line, a series of scenes flashed before my eyes.

Before them lay a snow-white bed. Beside the bed, a man and a woman watched intently, the man's hands clenched tightly, the woman's eyes brimming with tears.

Sunlight illuminated the entire room.

The viewpoint slowly shifted, looking towards the window on the other side.

The sky outside the window is a clear blue.

This scene marks the end of my memories.

The call rang out, and the perspective shifted, slowly turning to the man and woman.

The man and woman waved behind them.

A boy who looked about thirteen or fourteen years old walked up to them.

His face had been washed, but it still looked dirty. He looked like he hadn't eaten for a long time. He was very thin and not particularly handsome, but his eyes, hidden behind his black hair, looked exceptionally bright and dark.

"Linlin, do you want a brother?"

"He'll be your older brother from now on. Come on, shake hands with your brother."

The boy quietly walked to his side and struck him.

In Xiaobai's view, these hands reached onto the bed and pulled up a small white hand.

My own hands are not the hands of a newborn baby.

Its fingers are short and chubby.

—He was also wearing a patient's gown on his own arm.

……

……

A whooshing sound came from the darkness.

Xiao Bai threw off the covers and sat up in bed.

However, at this moment, the surroundings were not that bright hospital room, but a dimly lit room in the real world.

Xiao Bai blinked and looked out the window.

Moon stars are rare.

It was already late at night.

"Hmm..." Xiaobai raised her hand to cover her forehead, "It feels like... I was just eating steamed buns... um..."

Xiao Bai pondered for a while, and memories flooded back into his mind like a tide.

Xiaobai blushed, touched her lips, sighed, and then shook her head helplessly.

"I slept so late..." Xiaobai patted his head, and just as he was about to move his body, he suddenly felt a little heavy under him.

Lifting up the corner of the blanket, Tirpitz and Saratoga were sleeping peacefully, each hugging their own legs.

—To be precise, were they playing together in a group?

Xiaobai glanced at the two ship girls and finally gave a helpless smile.

Xiao Bai lay back on the bed, closed his eyes, and slowly entered his mental space.

"You're back." In the villa of Deep Sea Will, Deep Sea Will, while drinking coffee and crossing his legs, kept poking at a map and greeted Xiaobai.

"Deep Sea Will, where are Saratoga and the others?" Xiaobai asked.

The Will of the Deep Sea raised its hand and snapped its fingers.

The television then turned on, displaying a vast expanse of lush green grassland.

A loud explosion came from the television, followed by shouts and curses from both Bai Jiahei and others.

"Focus fire! Focus fire! Move! Move! The boss is about to enter a mechanic!"

Rumble rumble rumble.

Then a huge black cat paw descended from the sky.

"Run, Dog Hair! The boss is coming for you!"

"Aaaaaah, why are you hitting me?! Why isn't the boss attacking Tirpitz?! Aaaaaahh ...

Rumble rumble rumble.

As the perspective shifts, Saratoga, dressed in a long-distance running outfit, runs across the grassland with a heartbroken expression, clutching her staff. Tirpitz, with an indifferent expression, follows behind Cat Paw, wielding a two-handed sword and constantly running and jumping. With his health bar depleted, next to the corpse of York lying on the ground, White and Black raise their little fists and cheer for their teammates.

The scene was filled with immense joy for a moment.

Little White quietly watched the TV until a giant cat paw stomped Saratoga into a white light, and then the TV slowly turned off.

Xiao Bai walked over to the Deep Sea Will, picked up the coffee cup from her hand, and plopped down next to the Deep Sea Will.

"The boss's difficulty is set too high, Deep Sea Will." Little White said to Deep Sea Will, "How are they going to beat those cat paws that are so big?"

"Boss? That's not a boss, that's a player," said the Will of the Deep.

"Huh? Players? Are there any other players?"

“Yes,” the Deep Sea Will shrugged. “That one is Bismarck.”

Chapter 855 emitting a muffled, seductive sound

The words of the Deep Sea Will surprised Xiaobai.

"Huh? Bismarck?" Little White, holding the Deep Sea Will's coffee cup, looked at the Deep Sea Will in shock.

"Ah."

"Why is Bismarck here... Ah, could it be..." Little White muttered to herself in confusion, but halfway through her monologue, she seemed to realize something and asked the Will of the Deep Sea, "Could it be related to me sleeping with Bismarck yesterday?"

The Will of the Deep Sea shrugged noncommittally.

Xiaobai scratched his head, looking somewhat worried: "Does this mean that when I sleep, I pull the ship girls next to me into my mental world?"