I assembled the strongest swordsman group.

With such a physical and mental state, making such a difficult posture to maintain balance... falling is only a matter of time.

As expected—in his haste to snatch the drinks back, the chief lost his balance in a split second, stumbled forward, and collided head-on with Aoto.

And just like that, Aoto and Souji both fell down on the tatami mats.

Because Aoto acted as a cushion, Souji was not injured.

As for Qing Deng, who was lying on his back, he felt a sharp pain in his back, but fortunately the ground under his feet was soft tatami mats, not hard bricks and stones, and there were no wine bottles, tables or anything else that would hurt him, so Qing Deng was not injured.

The commander, who had lost his basic judgment, had no idea what the situation was like.

She raised her head, looked around blankly... and then lowered her head again.

Perhaps because she was so comfortable lying in Qingdeng's arms, she squinted her eyes and curled up on Qingdeng's broad chest for a nap, like a tired puppy.

Qingdeng was left alone, still feeling awkward and uneasy.

The two, lying on the ground embracing each other, looked like the most intimate couple in the world.

The two were so close that their breaths almost collided.

Their body heat was transferred to each other through their clothes.

The commander's warm breath made Qing Deng's forehead sweat profusely.

The commander's strong heartbeat continued to throb Qing Deng's eardrums.

The emotion called "reason" takes a slow but steady turn to take over the control of the brain and body.

—Luckily, there's no one here right now!

Qingdeng sighed with relief.

Fortunately, no one was around.

Otherwise... people might suspect that he has some kind of unusual fetish.

Taking advantage of Souji being drunk and unable to move to do something like that...

Qing Denggang was grateful for his good fortune.

Snap, snap, snap...

Suddenly, from the direction of the corridor came the sound of footsteps that I had heard many times over the past three months.

Whoosh—the paper sliding door to the hall was suddenly pulled open.

Instantly, Qingdeng felt his neck become incredibly stiff.

He mechanically turned his head to look.

At the doorway, Hikaru Okita stared expressionlessly down at Souji, who was pressed tightly against him.

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The author went to the Civil Affairs Bureau yesterday!

However, it wasn't the author who got married, but the author's brother who got married, and the whole family went together to witness this historic moment.

Because it was a special day, the whole family went out for a lively meal and a movie to celebrate, not returning home until 23 PM. The author worked himself to the bone until 2 or 3 AM to finally finish writing 5000 words (crying in pain.jpg).

Although the word count is a bit low, please forgive Leopard Leopard for yesterday being a joyous occasion for the author's family!

Chapter 310 Tachibana-kun, you and Souji should get married! [6000]

Qing Deng's gaze began on the tatami mat and gradually moved upwards.

Feet covered with clean white socks.

A light green belt.

The purple and white kimono was neatly arranged without a single wrinkle.

Finally, Aoto's gaze lingered on Okita Hikaru's face, which was slightly flushed from drinking.

No matter how many times you watch it, the resemblance between the sisters Hikari and Souji Okita is outrageous.

From forehead to eyes, from ear tips to chin, the similarity in face shape and facial features is nearly 90%.

If it weren't for the height difference—Okita Hikaru is almost a head taller than Souji—any uninformed person would definitely think the two sisters are twins.

On ordinary days, Aoto would be very interested in discussing the similarities and differences in appearance between the Okita sisters.

But clearly—now is not the time.

call……

At that moment, a gust of cold wind, carrying a sharp chill, slipped through the gap in the window that was not closed tightly beside Qingdeng and entered the hall, hitting Qingdeng's body squarely.

The sudden gust of cold wind nearly frosted the sweat on Qingdeng's forehead, and caused the pores under his clothes to bulge out, forming a dense layer of goosebumps.

Only then did Qingdeng realize that he was sweating profusely—all cold sweat—due to both external and internal exposure to cold.

Qingdeng felt his heart beating very fast.

A siren wailed in my heart, signaling something was wrong.

He nervously met Okita Hikaru's gaze.

"..."

Standing at the door, Okita Hikaru gave Aoto a calm look. He watched silently as Aoto embraced Souji, his expression inscrutable.

The cold wind that had just blown into the room not only took away the heat from Qingdeng's body, but also cleared away the chaotic thoughts in his mind.

The "stunned" state was dispelled.

Qingdeng drew his wandering thoughts back from the air above the banquet hall.

Reason, with lightning speed, regained control of the body and mind.

As if scalded by boiling water, Aoto quickly released his hands from Souji's slender, beautiful back, and then deliberately calmly told Okita Hikaru the truth:

"...This is a misunderstanding."

If it were Nagakura, Saito, Harada, or others who appeared here, then Aoto wouldn't be too worried.

After all, Nagakura and the others didn't know Souji's true gender. In their worldview, Souji's image had always been that of a "cute boy with a very likable appearance."

These gentlemen are all incredibly straightforward in their personalities and thoughts. Even if they saw Qing Deng and Souji embracing, they would most likely not suspect that Qing Deng had a romantic relationship with the other sects.

However... the person who appeared outside the door at that moment, unfortunately, was none other than Okita Hikaru...

The person Qingdeng is most afraid to see right now...

Unlike Nagakura and the others, Okita Hikaru knew that Souji's true gender had been discovered by Aoto.

Imagine this: a lucid, vigorous young man, lying on the tatami mat with his drunken, oblivious younger sister, embracing each other...

For a fleeting moment, Qingdeng had the illusion that he was deep in a battlefield where bullets were flying everywhere.

A sense of crisis, so strong that it could not be ignored, enveloped his entire being.

Perhaps it's because Hikari Okita's mature and domineering aura is too strong, so Aoto is always the weaker party in front of Hikari Okita... to put it nicely, he's always the weaker party; to put it bluntly, he has an inexplicable fear of Hikari Okita...

Whenever Okita Hikaru put on a stern face, Aoto's body would involuntarily tremble a few times.

However... fear is useless.

There's no point in feeling panicked or fearful about what has already happened or about the past.

We can only accept the current situation as it is for now, and then try to find a solution... or rather, a "way out".

Qingdeng took a deep breath.

The extraordinary lung capacity granted by his "iron lungs" allows Qingdeng's lungs to hold far more air than the average person.

Full of breath.

Prepare your emotions and think carefully about your wording.

Then--

"It's like this: Okita-kun wanted to drink again, so I confiscated her bottle. She lunged at me to try and take it back. During the struggle, she tripped and fell on me. I didn't have time to react and we both fell to the ground."

Without pausing for a moment, Qingdeng recounted the truth of the matter in a concise and succinct manner.

His gift of eloquence has made him a great asset.

Qingdeng's flexible and powerful tongue made his speech very clear. Even if he spoke without pausing at all, he could still be heard very clearly.

If only I were to explain, it would inevitably raise suspicions of fabricating evidence.

So Qing Deng raised his hands, pressed down on Souji's narrow but rounded shoulders, and shook Souji's body vigorously with a motion like shaking milk powder, while urgently calling out to Souji:

"Okita-kun, wake up! Wake up!"

"Uh-huh……"

The commander mumbled something like a dream.

Her plump, red lips, which looked incredibly elastic, moved slightly as if she were chewing something.

After a moment, she opened her eyes a crack, glanced at Qingdeng with a blank look, then closed them again and said:

"Tachibana-kun...you hurt me so much just now..."

"Hey!"

—You're the one who hurt me so much!

My back, which just had a close encounter with the tatami mat, and my leg, which was gnawed on by Souji a little earlier, are still slightly sore.

Such remarks, which can evoke endless imagination and instantly escalate tensions, are definitely not a good thing.

Just as Qingdeng, his face covered in cold sweat, was frantically trying to figure out how to salvage the situation—

"...So that's how it is."

Okita Hikaru nodded slightly, then took a few light steps to walk to Aoto's side and squatted down.

"Tachibana-kun, I'm sorry for causing you trouble."

"Uh... ah, no, it's nothing, no need to apologize. It's just a trivial matter, nothing to 'cause trouble'."