"Two Little Cuties"

A 16th Branch ship?

Noah was slightly taken aback. Before he could react, an excited shout came from the distance:

"Hey! Noah—over here!"

Following the voice, he saw a girl with a chestnut-red ponytail at the starboard bow of the warship, waving frantically toward him in excitement.

Who else could it be but Bell-mère?

Their gazes met for an instant, and the corners of the girl's eyes immediately curved into crescents with a smile. Before the warship had even come to a stop, she impatiently leaped down and threw herself into Noah's arms like a bird returning to its nest.

"Hey, hey, hey, easy, easy, my neck's about to snap..."

Bell-mère hung from Noah's body, her arms tightly wrapped around his neck. He could only helplessly support her by the hips so she would not have to exert so much effort.

"Time to get down already. So many people are watching,"

He gently stroked Bell-mère's beautiful hair, breathing in that familiar faint orange fragrance as he said helplessly, "Do you not care about a young lady's modesty anymore..."

"Tch, who cares about them?"

Bell-mère gave a soft snort and continued burying herself in Noah's embrace, though the corner of her eye involuntarily peeked around to both sides.

Sure enough, quite a few people were staring at them in stunned disbelief. Some of the female marines looked as though they had been petrified, frozen stiff where they stood.

Had they just discovered that their idol was already taken, leaving their hearts shattered?

This was nothing yet. Bell-mère felt a burst of smug pride. They were already reacting this strongly.

Once she and Noah officially held their wedding in the future, would these people not be so jealous their eyes popped out?

"My, just as I expected..."

At that moment, a gentle