Abandoned Pit Admiral Unveiled Coffin

But at this moment, what the Prince of Wales is about to face is an even more embarrassing situation.

Because, after her pants were torn, what was exposed was not Fatty, but a pair of bright red long johns!

For the Prince of Wales, this is so-called social death!

It's like an Azur Lane player who forgot to adjust the volume in public, opened the dock, and rowed to Atago!

Fortunately, the horrible scene that Wales imagined did not happen.

Long before she fell down the stairs, a fiery hand had already wrapped her arms around her waist.

It took less than a second for the excellent reaction nerves to allow the Prince of Wales to understand what happened in that short moment just now.

However, this is only the physical understanding of the body.

The consciousness of the Prince of Wales is still far from clarifying what is happening now.

It's been a long time since she heard anyone call her big brother.

In other words, from the past to the present, the only person who can call himself "big brother" has always been that person.

That's right, the guy the Prince of Wales was thinking of was her commander.

The commander who regards her as a big brother and always asks himself 'Brother, who are we touching today'!

With a slight effort at the waist, the Prince of Wales quickly stabilized her figure.

Clamp the legs firmly, because the tear in the trousers is not too big, so there is no need to worry about losing the long johns.

It wasn't until he completely confirmed that there was no problem with his demeanor that the Prince of Wales looked at the man who had just saved him with a scrutiny.

It's just that what she didn't expect was that the demeanor she had put together with great difficulty was almost unable to maintain it the first time she looked at him.

There is a big deviation from the last time I saw him in memory.

He's thinner, stronger, and more handsome.

Just looking at the appearance, it looks more like the first time she saw him.

"Is this...an illusion?"

The Prince of Wales closed his eyelids and rubbed them vigorously with the back of his hand.

She kneaded for a long time, probably enough time to do two sets of eye exercises.

With extra nervousness, the Prince of Wales carefully opened her eyelids.

The light of the incandescent lamp passed through the eyelashes, and first entered the eyes of the Prince of Wales.

In front of her, there was a vague figure.

However, at this moment, the Prince of Wales suddenly became a little scared.

She was a little bit afraid to continue to open her eyes.

She was worried, what should she do if what she saw just now was really an illusion.

After all, this is not the first time she has encountered the same situation.

For the past three years, the only way for the Prince of Wales to meet the commander was through dreams.

In the dream, all tragedies have not yet happened.

In dreams, everything is beautiful.

The commander is not sick, and has become more loving to everyone than before.

However, whenever the Prince of Wales wants to reach out to hug him, everything in front of him will be like a fragile bubble, which will be broken at a touch.

The Prince of Wales can no longer remember how many mornings he woke up on a wet, cold pillow.

Even once is fine, she really, really wants to talk to him a few more words; really wants to reach out to hug him again; really wants to feel his sunshine-like warmth again.

Of course, if there is still a chance, the Prince of Wales will definitely announce to him bravely this time - he is already his princess.

"Please... this time, please don't disappear again!"

His hands clenched tightly into fists, even though he knew that he might still have the same disappointing ending as before.

But the Prince of Wales really didn't want to choose to compromise and give up just like this.

She doesn't want to give up her commander, even if it's just a fantasy.

Just because of her, the deep love for that man.

So, she mustered up her courage again and opened her eyes.

The purpose of entering is a face that is so familiar that it can no longer be familiar.

The owner of the face was staring at the Prince of Wales with a dumbfounding expression at the moment.

The moment they made eye contact, both of them froze for a moment.

After looking at each other for a long time, the Prince of Wales opened his mouth clumsily: "Commander?"

"Ah, it's me."

Looking at the Prince of Wales whose eyes were still confused, An Lun deliberately made a dragon claw hand gesture in front of her: "Brother, who are we touching today?"