Chapter 566: Flower Kiss on Top
Missouri stayed with Hindenburg all the time. She accompanied her in the afternoon exercises to beat up L20 to vent her unhappiness. Then they took a walk along the seaside embankment to look at the blue sea, climbed up the tall lighthouse to feel the breeze from the sea, and finally had dinner together, eating big chunks of meat and drinking big gulps of wine, before returning to the dormitory.
This is Hindenburg's room in the German residential area at nine o'clock in the evening.
Missouri was sitting on Hindenburg's bed, looking around. Hindenburg's room was ordinary, so he said, "It's been a long time since I stayed in Hindenburg's room."
"Didn't she come last month?" Since Missouri was sitting on the bed, Hindenburg could only choose to sit on the stool in front of the dressing table and lean on it. Even she had a dressing table, which had everything from concealer, loose powder, eyebrow pencil to lipstick.
"Last month was a month ago." Missouri climbed onto Hindenburg's bed with both hands, leaning back with her long curly hair hanging down. "One day apart feels like three years, and a month with thirty days is ninety years, which is rounded up to a hundred years. Isn't a hundred years not long enough to have not slept together?"
"What a mess..." Hindenburg complained, then wrinkled his nose because he smelled alcohol. It seemed that he accidentally spilled wine on his clothes during dinner. After thinking about it, he decided not to go out at night, so he stood up from his seat and said, "You can do whatever you want. I'm going to take a shower first."
"Whatever you want to do..." Missouri put down his hands on the bed and lay down on it, squinting at Hindenburg, "Is it okay to roll around on this bed?"
"Whatever you want." Hindenburg waved his hand and said indifferently. Missouri just liked to joke around. She believed that Missouri was just joking. It didn't matter if it wasn't joking.
"Then can I roll around on the bed with Hindenburg's pillow?" Missouri asked again.
"Okay." Hindenburg opened the closet to look for clothes.
"Is it okay to hug Hindenburg's pillow and roll around on Hindenburg's quilt until you turn into a caterpillar?" Missouri pulled up a corner of Hindenburg's quilt to cover himself, and it was getting more and more outrageous.
"Yes, yes," Hindenburg said impatiently.
"Then can we take a shower together?" Missouri suddenly asked casually.
"Sure." Hindenburg didn't notice Missouri's sudden change of request. "All right."
"That's a happy decision then." Missouri snapped his fingers and sat up immediately.
Hindenburg quickly realized what was happening and said, "You cheated me."
"So what if I'm trying to trick you?" Missouri said, "Anyway, you promised, let's take a bath together."
"No, I won't," said Hindenburg.
"All is fair in war, and if you lose, you must accept the consequences." Missouri said, "Don't say anything if you can't afford to lose."
"Who is playing tricks on you..." said Hindenburg.
"Okay." Missouri jumped up from the bed and gently put her arm around Hindenburg's shoulders. Seeing the light hair emerging on Hindenburg's beautiful ears, she thought of someone's strange habit and wanted to try it but held back. "We are all girls, so why should we be embarrassed..."
As a friend for many years, Missouri knew how to deal with Hindenburg, that is, not giving her a chance to refuse, so that she would naturally give in. Missouri let go of Hindenburg's shoulders, pushed Hindenburg from behind to the bathroom, and asked, "Hindenburg, what kind of scented shampoo, soap or shower gel do you like to use?"
"Let's wash each other's hair and scrub each other's backs," Missouri continued.
Seeing Missouri's expectant and longing look, Hindenburg was totally unable to say no.
There is only one garrison on the huge island deep in the sea, so the garrison can use as much land as possible. The rooms can be as big as they want, just like the big bathroom in Iowa is still spacious even with a big bathtub, unlike some residential houses where the bathroom cabinet and toilet can only be squeezed together after the dry and wet separation is done, which is ridiculous. What's more, you can touch the aluminum gusset plate with your hand.
All in all, Hindenburg's bathroom was so large that even two people standing inside didn't feel crowded at all.
Missouri took off his clothes early because he was going to take a shower. Compared to Missouri who was very open and frank, Hindenburg was very reluctant to take off his clothes after a long time of hesitation. Even so, he was still wearing his underwear and was unwilling to take it off.
"Hindenburg, don't move." Missouri said suddenly.
"What?" Hindenburg said.
"I'll help you." Missouri faced Hindenburg and stretched out his hands and passed them under her arms.
"What do you want to do?" Hindenburg asked panicked.
Missouri smiled and said, "Let me help Hindenburg undress."
"No need," Hindenburg refused, "I can take it off myself."
"It's already been untied." Missouri ruffled Hindenburg's hair.
After a pause, Missouri playfully blew into Hindenburg's cochlea and said, "I let go."
Hindenburg covered her underwear and thought to herself that Missouri, the bastard, had bullied her so much that one day she would be beaten up. It didn't have to be one day, but tomorrow she would be challenged to a duel, karate, taekwondo or free fighting, and she would be beaten down and ridden on top of her to laugh at her.
Hindenburg laughed at the thought, as if she had already won.
"That's enough." Hindenburg opened Missouri's hand. Why does this stupid woman like to bully others so much? I should have known not to agree to her request.
Missouri did not pursue the victory, but stepped back away from Hindenburg and said, "Who told you to take so long to take off your clothes... There is nothing to be embarrassed about for two girls."
"You are not a girl anymore." Hindenburg said unhappily, but he finally took off his clothes and prepared to take a bath anyway.
"Okay, I'm not a girl, I'm a woman. " Missouri looked at Hindenburg's arm, which was shyly covering his chest, and reached out to touch it. Hindenburg slapped her away fiercely, but she didn't get angry. "Hindenburg is a girl, a cute girl."
Hindenburg's expression darkened. If possible, she didn't want to be a girl.
Missouri could see the disappointment on Hindenburg's face at a glance. She had seen similar expressions on the faces of people in the garrison countless times. She smiled and said, "Opportunities are rare. It's his loss that Hindenburg didn't know how to cherish such a lovely person."
Hindenburg said nothing.
The atmosphere became a little colder.
Missouri smoothed Hindenburg's hair and said, "Okay, let's not talk about that anymore. Let's wash our hair."
"Okay." Hindenburg didn't want the atmosphere to become so stiff.
Next, Missouri carefully washed Hindenburg's hair - first, she took down the shower head to test the water temperature, then wet Hindenburg's hair, applied shampoo, rubbed out a head full of white foam, and finally rinsed it with water. The water droplets flowed down Hindenburg's wet hair and chin to the ground. There was no unnecessary movement from beginning to end.
"I've washed my hair... Turn around and start washing my face." Missouri walked to the other end of the bathroom, where a bathroom shelf was hanging. The empty bathroom shelf looked a little pitiful. "Facial cleanser, why don't I see any facial cleanser?"
"No cleanser," Hindenburg said.
"What do you use to wash your face without facial cleanser?" Missouri asked.
"Soap," Hindenburg said. "I don't think facial cleansing is as good as soap."
"Soap is not good." Missouri said, "Even if we are shipgirls, our skin is similar to that of humans. Soap contains alkaline substances and has a high pH value, but our skin is slightly acidic. Long-term use will cause discomfort and damage our skin's sebum membrane. In the end, the more we wash, the rougher our face will be."
"I don't understand." Hindenburg said, it's just a bad thing anyway.
"As for my face, I can wash it myself," Hindenburg continued, mainly because it was too troublesome.
"Okay, okay, Hindenburg, wash it yourself." Missouri said, "I will wash Hindenburg's back now."
Missouri found some soap and applied it on Hindenburg's back. Then she rubbed Hindenburg's back and made bubbles. She rubbed from the smooth back to the well-proportioned and soft shoulders, then to the slender and beautiful neck, to the arms, biceps to triceps, to the armpits, and then to the chest...
Hindenburg was startled, slapped Missouri's hands away and said, "Missouri, what are you doing?"
"Rub Hindenburg's body." Missouri laughed.
"Get lost," Hindenburg said unceremoniously.
Missouri reached out and wrote on Hindenburg's back, saying, "Now, Hindenburg, let's play a game. I'll write something, and Hindenburg guesses what I wrote."
"Don't want to play games." Hindenburg had no interest in games.
"Let's play." Missouri is just playing tricks.
"Okay, okay, let's play games ." Hindenburg was really helpless.
Missouri wrote a few words on the back of Hindenburg. "What are these words?"
"I don't know," Hindenburg said.
"The depressed Taiwanese turtle. Traditional Chinese characters." Missouri said, "You don't even know something that simple."
"How can it be so simple?" Hindenburg exclaimed.
"Okay, okay, I'll change to simpler words." Missouri snickered, "Otherwise Hindenburg won't have enough brains."
"What did you say?" Hindenburg glared.
"I said nothing." Missouri surrendered and wrote two more words on Hindenburg's back.
"One, two," Hindenburg said. "That's too easy."
"It's too difficult, too easy, too easy." Missouri said, "I'll increase the difficulty a little, but at full speed. What do you think of Hindenburg?"
"Yes," Hindenburg said.
Missouri began to write.
Hindenburg read it word for word.
"prosper."
"Deng."
"Fort."
"big."
"fool."
"Egg."
Hindenburg reacted and roared, "Missouri, what did you write?"
Missouri laughed: "Let me ask you, what did I write?"
The bathroom was suddenly filled with a cheerful atmosphere.
The two of them played and joked for half an hour before taking a shower, getting dressed and returning to the living room.
Hindenburg sat on the bed in his pajamas, while Missouri, wearing the nightgown she had bought for Hindenburg before, used a hair dryer to blow Hindenburg's hair. With one hand she held the hair dryer and with the other hand she helped Hindenburg to move his slightly damp hair, saying, "Wash your hair, blow dry it... I asked the admiral, but he just said he was busy at night, and he didn't say he couldn't come."
"Hmm?" Hindenburg's eyes lit up, then dropped again. She had never been an optimist, and certainly not a tragedian. Anyway, as long as you don't hold out hope, you won't be disappointed.
"I'm here." Hindenburg looked at his phone. The group said that the admiral was playing chess with everyone in the cafe just now.
"We were talking fine, but now he says he's busy. What does that mean? I hate pigeons the most." Missouri complained.
Hindenburg thought of a sentence: What is sadder than sadness is false joy.
"What kind of man is this... a nasty pigeon." Missouri said, "When he comes, we will beat him together."
"Hit him," Hindenburg said bluntly, her fist raised.
"It sounds good now, but when the admiral comes, don't be reluctant to let someone go." Missouri scratched Hindenburg's hair and felt that it was almost blown dry, so she helped Hindenburg to straighten his hair. "It's an appointment."
"It's an appointment." Hindenburg said. She didn't believe that the admiral would come.
"By the way, how far have Hindenburg and the Admiral progressed?" Missouri suddenly asked, "Have they held hands?"
"It's like this." Missouri turned off the hair dryer and put it on the bedside table next to her, then grabbed Hindenburg's hands. "It's like this... The Admiral's hands are a little bigger than mine, his fingers are thicker, his skin is rougher, and he's more manly... No, holding hands isn't like this."
Missouri let go of Hindenburg's hand and grabbed it again, this time interlocking their fingers.
"Well, this is how holding hands works," Missouri said.
Missouri looked at Hindenburg, their faces so close together that their noses almost touched, and said, "Did Hindenburg and the Admiral kiss?"
"Does Hindenburg know what it feels like to kiss?" Missouri asked with a smile.
"I don't know, and I don't want to know." Hindenburg pretended to be indifferent. God knows what she was thinking.
"I see you really want to know." Missouri pushed Hindenburg down, pressed her down on the soft bed, and tickled her armpits.
"You're looking forward to it so much... Hindenburg really likes to say one thing and mean another." Missouri looked at Hindenburg, "Don't be shy, just say it out loud if you like it."
"I don't know what you're talking about...ah, stop tickling my soles." Hindenburg kicked Missouri, "You idiot...ah, look at me...do you think you're the only one who can do that?"
Hindenburg's counterattack came.
After playing chess with everyone for a while, Su Xia arrived at the German residential building at 10 o'clock. Although he had never been to Hindenburg's room, he still knew where it was. He lived on the first floor with Bismarck and the others, in a single apartment at the end of the corridor.
Su Xia stood in front of the Hindenburg Door and was a little hesitant. Should he just go in? Remembering what Missouri reminded him at noon, he hesitated for a long time, then knocked on the door, turned the doorknob and walked in. He walked through the entrance and into the room, only to see Missouri pressing Hindenburg under the bed.
Su Xia noticed that two people were looking at him. He opened his mouth but didn't know what to say: "Well, that..."
Hindenburg found Su Xia, who looked like she was about to cry because of being bullied. A battleship was no match for a missile battleship.
Only Missouri was smiling and gently hugging Hindenburg.
