Death: Then stood in the sky.

Come at me!

"You're not convinced?" Matsumoto Rangiku tossed her long, wavy orange hair, creating a gust of Chanel-like breeze, and pretended to whine, "You heartless bastard, that night you..."

"Fine, I give up." Aoji surrendered.

"You two..." Shiba Isshin felt like his brain was about to burn out. After a long while, he coughed lightly and said, "Remember to use that, understand what I mean? If it's the two of you, you must understand what I mean, right?"

Masaki Kurosaki stood frozen in place.

She felt like she understood something, yet also like she understood nothing at all.

That kind of thing...

That kind of thing...

For some reason, images of Seiji and Matsumoto Rangiku fighting began to appear in Kurosaki Masaki's mind. Seiji was wearing a battle suit, and in no time, Matsumoto Rangiku was completely defeated and didn't even know her own name.

It's over, their spirit has been corrupted!

"You idiot captain, you know nothing!" Matsumoto Rangiku drew her sword, and Shiba Isshin fled in panic.

He ran away, but Aoji still had to stay behind to clean up the mess.

Masaki Kurosaki had already skipped a day of class. Although this was the norm for magical girls, she still had to be sent back to school to avoid the teacher getting the wrong idea.

Then, a small bed was prepared for Nel and placed in Aoshi's own room.

By the time I finished organizing all of this, it was already evening.

Just as I was about to rest, there was a knock on the door.

Aoji opened the door, and Matsumoto Rangiku was standing there with her eyes as calm as water.

Seeing this, Qing Si sighed.

Chapter 35 From this day forward, I will abstain from alcohol.

"Tch, I thought you wouldn't open the door for me." Matsumoto Rangiku said in a coquettish voice. She was wearing pajamas that covered her whole body, and even though she wasn't very naked, she still gave off a sexy vibe.

There's nothing we can do; that's just how innate talent is.

Her long, slightly wavy hair was still damp with moisture, and her fair skin glowed in the dim light. As she spoke, she casually flicked the slit in her skirt.

Aoji stared at her for a few seconds, and the two of them looked at each other like that. After a moment, he reached out and pulled at Rangiku's chest, blocking the thing that could confuse the mind.

How could I, Ukitake Seiji, be obsessed with such things!

Then he tugged at Rangiku's skirt and pointed to her room: "Go back to sleep."

Rangiku Matsumoto's room is right next to Seiji's.

But at this moment, Matsumoto Rangiku clearly did not want to go back just like that.

“A heartless man, once you’ve used him, he’s a different person.” Matsumoto Rangiku whimpered as she subtly pulled the curtain open again, revealing a hidden secret: a black leg ring adorned her fleshy legs.

Qing Si sneered, thinking that this would shake his will?

ridiculous!

Besides, it's just a matter of beauty; he's not incapable of resisting it!

This is the confidence that comes from an iron will!

A few seconds later.

"Is it pretty?" Matsumoto Rangiku's eyes held a hint of smugness.

"It looks good, it looks good." Qing Si answered instinctively. This was not because his will had wavered. No one could shake his iron will. It was just that the power of the "True Fragrance Law" was too terrifying. Even Qing Si would find it difficult to resist.

But to be fair, Rangiku is really amazing, her mature and elegant style is just fantastic!

"I thought other people's bodies no longer attracted you, after all, they're already your shape..."

"Hey, hey, hey, stop spreading rumors here." Qing Si interrupted her immediately, making a husky pointing gesture: "When did you become my shape?"

"Then why not?"

"?"

Aoshi slowly typed out a question mark.

Something's not right.

Something's nine out of ten wrong.

Why not do it that way?

"?"

This is even more strange, no, it's eerie!

Looking at the woman in front of him, Aoshi subconsciously recalled the moment when Hisagi Shuhei died.

Close the door.

"Take your leave."

But it was too late.

Rangiku Matsumoto has already posted, "How long have we known each other?"

Aoji could clearly smell her scent and even see Matsumoto Rangiku's trembling eyelashes. This woman was indeed stunningly beautiful, and every move she made exuded a captivating and alluring charm.

Aoshi thought for a moment: "About fifty years."

"It was fifty-eight years, three months, and fifteen days before I met you."

At this point, Matsumoto Rangiku smiled enigmatically, "The first time we met, you secretly glanced at me several times, thinking I hadn't noticed."

"You're looking at this, huh?" Matsumoto Rangiku chuckled and tapped her chest. "Looks like you've liked it since back then."

No!

It's open, so it's open, right?

Is it really a sense of murderous intent?

He was arrested on the spot just for glancing at himself twice?

What was the date we met?

Aoji started sweating: "I...I can't remember..."

Rangiku Matsumoto protested: "It's the 6th, September 6th."

You can't remember all these details?

Rangiku Matsumoto: "How many times have we drunk together?"

How am I supposed to answer that?

After thinking for a long time without being able to come up with an answer, Aoshi could only guess: "360 times."

"mistaken!"

Matsumoto Rangiku crossed her pale arms. "You're so wrong!"

"It's 1868 times."

So many?

On average, it happens almost once every ten days.

Aoji was somewhat shocked, not only by how clearly Matsumoto Rangiku remembered the number of times they drank, but also by the frequency of their drinking.

This is more extravagant than many couples.

Drinking and indulging in lust are bad for your health!

No wonder he often feels empty. Matsumoto Rangiku, you're such a bad woman.

Starting today, I will abstain from alcohol!

Matsumoto Rangiku suddenly pressed her face close, glaring at him menacingly: "So, given all those opportunities, why didn't you do that every time you got me drunk?"

Then came a brief silence.

Just when Matsumoto Rangiku thought she had the situation under control, she heard Seiji say quietly, "You were just pretending to be drunk, waiting to play with me, Matsumoto Rangiku. You're such a bad woman."

Matsumoto Rangiku: "..."

Her smug expression froze, and her smile crumbled; the mature charm she exuded almost collapsed on the spot.

Matsumoto Rangiku nearly ground her teeth to powder: "I said I'm drunk, and I mean I'm drunk!"

Okay, now that you've said that, how am I supposed to respond?

Just as Aoshi was about to slip away, he heard Matsumoto Rangiku say, "And how do you know I don't want to be played by you?"

Dream on!

Knowing the woman's true colors, Seiji suddenly wanted to laugh.

Many people mistakenly believe that Matsumoto Rangiku is very unrestrained, but this unrestrainedness is precisely a disguise for her self-love, used to deceive and fool others.

If I actually believed your suggestion and got an A, I'm afraid I'd become the laughingstock of the entire Seireitei the very next day.

You're right, Xiubing.

However... just as Seiji found an opportunity to close the door, he saw Matsumoto Rangiku's face become serious.

"So... Seiji is really suspicious."

"Is my body really not attractive to you?"

No.

"We've known each other for so many years, we know each other inside and out. Your gaze is genuine, and your attention is real."

"So why just go this far?"

Aoji was already drenched in sweat.

No, are all women these days this terrifying? I instinctively feel like they're all getting scarier than the last.

Looking at the still tense Seiji, Matsumoto Rangiku's slender fingertips slid over his Adam's apple and then landed on his pectoral and abdominal muscles: "What... exactly are you hiding?"

To be fair, this scene would be quite alluring in a different location, but at this moment, Aoshi felt like his underwear was about to be ripped off.

Women are indeed terrifying creatures.

Matsumoto Rangiku blushed and said shyly, "I can give you some of the rewards you want, but you have to...."

"What do you want?"

"Tell me, what are you hiding?"

"Take your leave."

As soon as the words reached her ears, Matsumoto Rangiku felt her vision spin. She was lifted up by a pair of hands on her hips and placed aside. Then she saw Seiji's figure so fast that it left an afterimage.

Qing Si slammed the door shut, not daring to look at her again, and didn't even lift his head.

Matsumoto Rangiku pursed her lips, and after a moment she laughed and said, "Childish."

"and."

"Don't you know that the more secrets you have, the more curious you will be to a woman?"

Turning around, Matsumoto Rangiku glanced at Seiji's door one last time, then stretched lazily, opened her own door, and went inside.

Click.

The door is closed.

After a long silence.

Aoshi's door opened.

He turned his head to look at the shadows in the corridor.

"How long are you going to stay there and watch?"