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Do not mention the appreciation for Richelieu's lingerie show; Chuyang didn't even know where to put his hands.
Although after some explanation, Richelieu's attitude towards him changed significantly, and she even smiled, aside from being willing to let him hold her while sleeping, any more intimate actions would earn him a reproachful tone from her.
However, with such soft and warm beauty in his arms, it would be impossible for Chuyang to say he didn't want anything else. But as a man, he still remembered his promise to Lexington, so he truly hadn't thought about doing anything with Richelieu.
"Admiral, once you put a ring on my finger, you can do whatever you want," Richelieu said, blushing as she curled up in Chuyang's embrace. Although both of them were fully dressed except for their outer coats, the warmth of Chuyang's embrace and the object pressing against her backside made Richelieu's heart race like a startled deer.
Chuyang was speechless; he hadn't planned on doing anything. But with Richelieu continuously pushing herself into his arms and now saying such tempting words, he really didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Thinking back to Lexington's meaningful glance when she left, he could only say: "Madam, you are quite cunning."
Compared to Lexington and Saratoga, Richelieu was much slimmer but not excessively so; she had curves in all the right places. Since they were sleeping closely together, even with a layer of clothing between them, Chuyang could feel the roundness of Richelieu's hips, which made it hard for him to calm down.
Muttering to himself, "I am Liu Xia Hui; I am someone who remains unperturbed in the presence of beauty," Chuyang finally managed to steady his emotions.
The scent lingering around him was completely different from the faint fragrance on Lexington; Chuyang gently embraced Richelieu and found a comfortable sleeping position before gradually drifting off to sleep.
He was genuinely exhausted; over twenty days of travel had left Chuyang feeling worn out. Although they would find a nice inn in the towns along the way before dark during the last ten days, it still wasn't home, so Chuyang had never slept soundly. Not just him; one could say none of them had slept well.
As Richelieu lay in Chuyang's arms, she was initially very nervous. It wasn't until she realized that the Admiral had fallen asleep that she let out a long breath. Turning her head, she gazed at Chuyang's face in the soft glow of the bedside lamp.
It was such an ordinary-looking face that had captivated her thoughts for four whole years. Ever since the Naval Base disappeared, every quiet night, Richelieu found herself thinking about the old Naval Base and that sense of security knowing the Admiral was always by their side. So for these past four years, no matter how tired she was, she had never slept soundly.
Turning his head, he lightly kissed Chuyang on the face and leaned back into Admiral's warm embrace, falling into a peaceful sleep with a faint smile on Richelieu's face.
In the morning, Chuyang was awakened by an urgent need to relieve himself. When he emerged from the bathroom with a refreshed expression, he noticed that Richelieu had already finished getting ready and was quietly tidying up some scattered items in the living room.
They had agreed before parting last night that Isuzu would come with her modified Truck, which was a dusty yellow color, to help Richelieu move today.
"Why didn't you wake me?" Chuyang glanced at the wall clock; it was already nine o'clock. Since arriving in this world, it was the first time he had slept in so late.
"I saw you sleeping so soundly, so I didn’t want to disturb you. Admiral, since you're awake, come help me tidy up the room!" Unlike Lexington, Richelieu was not as polite with Chuyang.
When he was with Lexington, she would often push him out to spend time with Andrea Doria and Firefly before he could even start helping. Meanwhile, she would roll up her sleeves and busily clean the room herself, mopping the floor and wiping the tables, doing everything personally.
But with Richelieu, Chuyang was not her Admiral; he was her husband. So when Saratoga and Isuzu stepped into the room, they were greeted by a scene that seemed very strange to Saratoga.
It should have been her brother-in-law sitting on the sofa drinking tea and reading the newspaper, but now it was replaced by Richelieu, who appeared quite leisurely holding a fashion magazine. Meanwhile, her brother-in-law was busy running around inside the house without any leisure time.
What annoyed Saratoga the most was that not only did Richelieu not help, but she also occasionally directed her brother-in-law to tidy this and that.
It should be noted that when he was with her sister, her brother-in-law never did such things. Now it seemed like he was almost becoming a househusband.
"Brother-in-law, stop." Without further ado, Saratoga snatched the mop from Chuyang's hands and threw it directly at Richelieu's feet. Pointing at her, she said, "Richelieu, you're being unreasonable. Your brother-in-law is your Admiral, and you make him do this? No wonder people say you're an old maid; you deserve it."
"Not anymore," replied Richelieu calmly, glancing at Saratoga, then returning her gaze to the magazine.
In fact, it wasn't that Richelieu didn't want to help, but rather that she was firmly pressed onto the sofa by Chuyang. There was no way around it; Richelieu just wasn't someone who did housework. When asked to tidy up her clothes, she didn't fold them but instead crumpled them into a ball and stuffed them into the suitcase, which made Chuyang feel sorry for the clothes. When it came to mopping the floor, she either knocked over the water cup or smashed the vase. It was truly more trouble than it was worth, so Chuyang decided to let this "big child with lazy limbs" stay quiet.
Originally, before this, Chuyang thought that even if Richelieu couldn't compare to a versatile housewife, she should at least have some skills in household chores. After all, when he entered the room last night, everything was quite tidy. However, when Chuyang asked about this confusion, Richelieu very embarrassingly replied that aside from washing her own clothes, all other household chores were entrusted to a part-time maid hired from Haitang Bay Town.
Only Saratoga was unaware of all this, so Sister-in-law started stirring things up again.
"What are you so proud of? Your brother-in-law hasn't even given you a ring yet!" Saratoga shook her left hand with the wedding ring on her ring finger at Richelieu.
"No rush; Admiral has already agreed," Richelieu replied in an indifferent tone.
It was precisely Richelieu's calm demeanor that infuriated Saratoga. She shot a fierce glare at Richelieu, who was comfortably lounging on the sofa, and pulled Chuyang aside to whisper, "Brother-in-law, if you ask me, you have enough with me and my sister. Why not just skip giving Richelieu a ring and divorce her instead?"
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