[Comprehensive] Dragon Mother

Due to the agreement between Plain and the world government, the navy cannot use warships to sail into its waters. Although this country is a well-known trading port, it is a very conservative and closed country to some extent.

Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel and his generals could only land from Freeport on an oil tanker arranged by Plaine. There were also some dignitaries and nobles of Plaine and some tourists on board this oil tanker.

There were three knocks on the door, and then a waiter dressed in black and white maid uniform came in, holding a porcelain white tray in both hands, the maid saluted the people in the room neatly, and poured out the black tea and vegetarian dishes in the tray. Dim sum is on the table.

Since the flying squirrel boarded the oil tanker, he took off his cloak printed with justice, and threw it beside him along with his sword.

The maid put down the tray in her hand, stepped forward to hang up his cloak, and then the saber.

"what are you doing?"

The maid shuddered all over, and the sword fell to the ground and hit her leg.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my lord, it's all Aina's fault, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

The maid hurriedly knelt down and begged for mercy.

"No, your leg, is it okay?"

The flying squirrel just wanted to remind her that his sword was very heavy, but the maid was so frightened that she dropped the sword on the ground. Is he so scary?

The flying squirrel glanced at the body mirror not far from the house. The man in the mirror, apart from being serious and smiling, didn't look scary enough to make people cry.Just dropped the sword and the girl acted like he was going to eat her.

"Hey, your leg, are you okay?"

The girl was still so scared that she hugged her body tightly and kept crying and begging for mercy. The flying squirrel almost had a big head.

He squatted down, grabbed the maid's slender ankle with his big hands, and pulled it out with a little force. The touch of the maid's white and slippery calf made the flying squirrel pause.In a moment of urgency just now, I regarded this girl as a soldier under my command. It is not good to directly touch her naked calf like this.

He whispered sorry, took out a handkerchief from his arms and took it off her calf.

The girl's calf was marked with an obvious bloodstain by the protruding decoration on the saber, and it was very distinct on her white and shiny legs.The flying squirrel frowned. Such an injury was nothing more than an itch for the navy, and the delicate maid in front of her was obviously not comparable to the rough-bred navy.

"It's nothing serious, just apply anti-inflammatory ointment."

The flying squirrel looked up and saw the brown-haired maid girl, staring at him timidly with big wet eyes.Like a deer accidentally injured by someone in the forest, she wants to be friendly to those who rescued her, but she is a little scared.

"Do you have any questions?" Flying Squirrel raised an eyebrow.

The maid shook her head in fright, bit her lips a few times, and asked timidly, "Would someone like your esteemed guest apologize?"

"If a person does something wrong, he will apologize. It's a strange question. Do you have anti-inflammatory medicine? Forget where you live? I will have a meeting later, and I will ask the adjutant to send it to you after it is over. "

"Eh? What's the matter? No, there's no need, let the honorable navy lord send me medicine or something"

The flying squirrel was inexplicably displeased with the cautiousness of this maid girl. This girl was only pretty, with only a pair of big eyes that were extremely agile. Because of the crying just now, there were still a few teardrops hanging on her eyelashes, which was as fresh as a spring morning.

"Aina, okay, I remember you. Can you stand up?"

"Eh? I, I can."

The flying squirrel helped the girl up, took out the phone bug in his arms, and didn't know what to say, a young man wearing a cloak of justice entered the door.The young man saluted the flying squirrel and gestured please to the maid Aina.

The girl was so terrified of the Lord Navy sending her back to the dormitory in person, that she almost walked with her hands and feet.

The young navy looked Aina up and down, and then turned to her face, curling his lips in distaste.

"Which floor is your dormitory on? Take me there, the Lieutenant General will let you get home safely."

This young navy was not as kind as the old man just now, and Aina was even more afraid to speak, and tremblingly returned to the six-person servant's dormitory under the escort of the young navy.

In the dormitory, two maids of the same age also finished their work and rested in the house.

"Aina, who is the navy lord who sent you back?"

Aina was introverted, she shook her head to express that she didn't know, but she still spoke honestly under the cross-examination of her roommate.

"Lord Lieutenant General, you are so gentle, Aina is lucky."

"Ha, how can a high official like the Vice Admiral fall in love with Aina, Elaine, you think too much. But if there is a navy lord who can fall in love with me, even if you are a mistress, you can It's good to leave here, it will be that festival in a few days..."

"Hey, don't say it, be careful that the wall has ears, are you dying?"

Thinking of that festival in Plaine, Aina shuddered all over, lay down on her little bed, closed the curtain, and slowly hugged her body tightly.

It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, she has always been very lucky, that festival will definitely not be chosen for her.

There was no work at night, and Aina fell asleep in a daze.

Early the next morning, there were regular knocks on the door, and a maid from the same bedroom had already gone to open the door.

"Hey, Hai...Master Navy... May I ask what you need...to find Aina? Okay, okay, I'll wake her up right away."

Under the envious eyes of the maids and girls in the dormitory, the brown-haired girl packed up her appearance and followed the young navy who sent him back last night and walked out.

"Miss Aina, right?" The young man looked down at her, his sharp eyes scanning her up and down.

The brown-haired girl lowered her head even more, and responded with a low voice.

"I slept a little late yesterday and forgot to deliver plaster to Miss Aina. I'm sorry, how is your leg?"

Although the young man said he was sorry, he didn't actually apologize at all. The brown-haired girl was not an idiot, of course he could tell.

"Thanks to you, my legs are much better."

The young man nodded in satisfaction: "You know how to make hangover soup?"

"I can do a little bit, but I'm not good at it."

"What materials are needed?"

"Eh? I need freshwater fish head, winter bamboo shoots, tofu, shiitake mushrooms, and some seasonings."

"This is on a boat, freshwater fish are not easy to find..."

The young man took her outside Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel's room, opened the door, and beckoned her to go in.

Inside the house, the flying squirrel Admiral was lying on his back on the sofa, his dark red striped suit was wrinkled, his face was flushed, his eyes were half-closed, and his right hand was pressed against his chest as if he was suffering.

"Those people know that the Lieutenant General cannot drink alcohol." The young man angrily took out a towel from the bathroom and stuffed it into Aina's hands: "I'll prepare the ingredients for the hangover soup, and you will take care of the Lieutenant General."

"Eh?"

The young man ran out in a hurry, Aina was holding the towel in her hand, watching her chest rise and fall slightly, the lieutenant general of the flying squirrel, who smelled of alcohol, was dumbfounded.

She breathed out slowly, the lieutenant general who would apologize to a maid like them is a good person after all.

She soaked the towel in her hand with warm water, gently pulled his hand down, and wiped it for him.

The Lieutenant General's hand is really big, because he has been holding the sword all year round, and there are thick calluses on the tiger's mouth.Aina secretly compared it with her own, it was completely different, a man's hand.

Aina blushed a little, put down his hand, and wiped his face again.

Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel is not a handsome man in the traditional sense. Even when he is drunk, he still has a gentle but serious expression, the corners of his mouth are slightly curved downwards, his nose is straight, and his facial features look very masculine.

Aina couldn't help but look a little dazed, what troubles would a person of such high authority as Lieutenant General?Why frown, so unhappy.

She reached out to smooth the crease between his brows.

In the next second, her hand was directly grabbed.The brown-haired girl was so frightened that she hurriedly pulled back, but was stopped by the force and could not move.

"Master Lieutenant General..."

"Xiaona..."

"Eh?" Aina was stunned, desperately trying to stop the flustered mood of running away, and secretly looked up at him.

Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel still didn't wake up. He closed his eyes and tightly held the girl's slender wrist.

"It turned out to be drunk talk, I thought it was her." Aina breathed a sigh of relief and felt a little lost in her heart, who is that Xiaona?

Lieutenant General's wife?Or his sweetheart?

In the next second, Aina was hugged by the drunk Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel, turned over, and rolled directly to the ground.

The strength of the tall man was astonishing, and the struggle of the girl in his arms was like a fly shaking a big tree.This struggle made him feel unhappy, he pressed her hands directly, and buried his head between her neck.

The warm breath irritated the tiny particles on her skin.

"Xiaona... Xiaona..."

The door of the bedroom opened with a creak, and the young navy who came back with the materials saw Aina and Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel rolling into a ball.

Aina's face turned red immediately, and she stretched out her hand to the young man with difficulty.

The young navy blinked and closed the door as if he hadn't seen anything.

There was also the rattle of locking the door.

Aina cried out in despair...

--------------------

The author has something to say:

I made it up tonight, I'm so tired, I'm stuck in traffic back to Beijing! ! ! I didn’t get home until 08:30, and I have to go to work tomorrow. If there is an update tomorrow, it will be relatively late. Eight o’clock is impossible.

Thank you for returning to your original heart and oppyy2 for the mines, thank you my dears!