rain forest

In a few days, Aizen was ready for the preparations.

Ichimaru Gin accompanied Aoki to the hall again.

"Are you ready, Qingtong?" Lan Ran asked.

Aoki looked at his right hand that seemed to be wrapped in transparent liquid: "Please feel free."

"I will try my best not to make Qingtong feel pain." Aizen said so, inserted his right hand into Aoki's chest, and then quickly pulled it out.

It doesn't hurt, but the feeling of foreign matter entering makes Aoki's breath suffocate, Aizen moves quickly, quick movements are never light, Aoki is used to it.

Aoki stopped the not-so-big impact with little effort, and before she could stand still, Aizen pulled out her hand—and at the same time pulled out the flame.

As if being pierced by the Zanpakuto again, the sudden and sharp pain made Aoki's eyes go dark, and he fell forward.

"Ah, I'm so sorry, it still made Qingtong suffer."

The darkness in front of him has not dissipated, Aoki heard Aizen say this, and the apology in his tone was extremely sincere.

"Little Aoki?"

There was an arm across her waist, and the stiffness of the muscles made her uncomfortable.

She heard the slight sound of cloth rubbing against each other, and Shimaru and Aizen exchanged something silently, and then the arm across her waist moved.Aoki was picked up by Ichimaru Gin and carried out of the hall.

Not long after leaving the hall, Aoki calmed down, the pain in her chest was no longer severe, but weak but persistent, reminding her of the existence of the wound all the time.

Aoki didn't say anything, hugged Ichimaru Gin's neck and buried his head on his shoulder.

Ichimaru Gin's body froze, but he also didn't say a word.

What do you say?How to comfort?

Along with the flames, Aoki's Reiatsu was also taken away.

Ichimaru hugged Aoki all the way through the long corridor until they joined the room.Feeling the wet breath on his shoulders, Ichimaru Gin sighed and entered his room.

"If you are sad, just cry." The sigh-like tone was full of helplessness and pity.

The consistent softness in the man's tone matches his current tone, full of pampering.

Aoki trembled and cried.The suppressed sobs stuck to Ichimaru Yin's ears, and he received them into his ears without any hesitation.

The man hugged Aoki and sat on the bed, patting her on the back like a child, clumsily not knowing how to comfort her: "Don't cry...hey, don't cry, little Aoki."

Then there was a sudden pain in his shoulder, Aoki bit him: "You made me cry, bastard!"

Ichimaru Gin twitched the corners of his mouth, and said in a good temper: "Okay, I was wrong."

Aoki turned his head away from Ichimaru's shoulder and reached out to wipe his tears.

Her shoulders were wet, empty and cold, and even her heart was also empty and cold, Gin Ichimaru secretly turned her head to look at Aoki.The white-haired woman put the back of one hand against her nose, as if she was blocking her nose, while the other hand was carelessly wiping the tears off her face. Although she was embarrassed, she was cute.

Ichimaru Gin took out a handkerchief and handed it over: "Well, you didn't wipe your snot on my shoulder, did you?" His words were continuous, and he didn't give Aoki a chance to answer at all, "It doesn't matter if you wipe it, I don't dislike you."

Aoki covered her nose with a handkerchief, Ichimaru reached out to wipe away the remaining tears on her face, Aoki trembled, for some reason, the tears stopped by Ichimaru Gin's words burst out again because of the man's action.

Aoki struggled a bit, avoiding Ichimaru Gin's hand, wiped his nose, folded the handkerchief, raised the back of his hand to wipe his tears, the tears could not be stopped no matter what.

The teary girl turned her head, and said something indistinctly as if she was in a daze from crying, "... I'll poke you again."

Ichimaru Gin smiled, stretched out his hand and pinched Aoki's face, the woman in front of her was rather blank than expressionless.

She shed tears expressionlessly, innocent and helpless.

Before Ichimaru Gin realized what he was doing, his lips were already on Aoki's face.

For a moment, Ichimaru Gin didn't move, and Aoki didn't move, just let Ichimaru Gin stick to it.

In the next moment, the scene in Aoki's eyes brushed past, and finally fixed on the pale ceiling.The next thing she saw the man's face, Shimaru Gin breathed unsteadily: "Can I think you are inviting me, Xiao Aoki?"

Aoki opened her eyes and looked at him for a while, then closed her eyes, tears fell from the corners of her eyes and fell into her hair, she hooked Shimaru's neck: "I'm afraid."

Sacrifice is not as easy as imagined, no matter how well prepared in advance, the panic is still uncontrollable after being robbed of everything, how can she maintain her so-called dignity without strength, she hates this word .

Ichimaru Gin's answer was as everyone imagined: "It's okay, I'm here."

He kissed the corners of Aoki's eyes, all the way down.The man even felt fortunate that the girl who lost her Reiatsu had no other choice but to be by his side.

Aoki let Ichimaru move on his body, and the shortness of breath after crying was mixed with the trembling caused by Ichimaru.She instinctively entangled Ichimaru and responded jerky.

The fascination of the fox family is natural, even if it is the first time, it is enough to ecstasy.

However, Ichimaru Gin stopped suddenly.

"Huh?" Aoki made a questioning voice, but in the next moment he let out a "hiss" in pain, "Don't touch it."

"What is this?" The man's finger slid across Aoki's chest lightly, there was a narrow wound between the plump curves, as soon as he touched it, Aoki backed away in pain.Lifting your finger, you can see a line of red dyed on the fingertip.

"Ask knowingly." Aoki cautiously avoided Ichimaru's fingers, and gathered the skirt of his clothes.

The ambiguous atmosphere disappeared due to this accident, and Ichimaru Gin seemed to be joking, but at the same time seemed to be really scared: "If you continue to roll, will Xiao Aoki die in the middle?"

Aoki dragged himself out from under Ichimaru Gin: "It depends on your level."

"Well, I think it's hard for me to be gentle." Ichimaru Gin said, propping himself up from the bed.

"Hey," before the distance between the two was widened, Aoki raised his leg and rubbed a certain part between Ichimaru's legs, "Do you need help?"

"No need." Ichimaru Gin stood beside the bed and straightened his clothes, saying sanctimoniously.

Aoki lay on her back on the bed, her clothes were messy, she pressed the back of her hand to her forehead and squinted her eyes and smiled lazily, the shadow of her palm covered the gloom in her eyes.

Ichimaru Gin left, and Aoki lay on the bed and continued to cry.

On this day, she seemed to cry all the tears in her life.

■

In the following days, Ichimaru Gin treated her as usual, as if the ambiguity that ended without a problem that day never happened.

Aoki nestled in Ichimaru Gin's room all day long, lost her Reiatsu, and she didn't even need to eat.

But at every meal, the silver-purple-haired man would always come back with a sumptuous meal to eat with her, joking and joking just like those in the past.

Aoki also behaved normally, but her increasingly pale face showed the passage of time and life.

The scar on the chest will continue to bleed even if it is not touched.Often wake up chest is a large wet red.

The loss of blood made her even more lethargic, and she couldn't even maintain her vigilance.One day, she woke up from a sleepy dream, feeling her numb chest being gently touched.

Ichimaru Gin took the veil and pressed it on her wound, sucking the blood that kept flowing out.

Aoki grabbed his hand.The man froze, and when he raised his head, he still had that smiling face: "Did you wake up?"

The blood loss made Aoki's hands and feet cold, and the temperature transmitted from Ichimaru Gin's wrist made her feel very comfortable. The woman asked unclearly: "Didn't you say that you don't think I'm dirty?"

Ichimaru Gin's expression cracked for a moment, but at this moment, Aoki couldn't grasp the fleeting change, and he said in the usual frivolous tone: "I didn't."

Feeling drowsy, Aoki said in a daze, "Leave it alone, go to sleep."

As she said that, she rubbed against Ichimaru Gin's arms, buried her head in the man's shoulder, her breathing was weak, and she fell into a deep sleep almost immediately.

Ichimaru Gin froze for a while, clutched the veil in the palm of his hand, stretched out his arms to wrap around Aoki.

He wanted to hug her tightly, but felt that he would break her, so he could only clenched his fists tighter.

The handkerchief in the palm made an overwhelmed sound, and the wetness with weak body temperature stimulated every nerve of the man.

The cold moonlight penetrated through the high windows, the man's mouth was drooped and his eyes were open, his expression was complicated.

As much as he enjoyed Aoki's dependence on him, he worried about losing her.

The man keeps Aoki by his side, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is imprisoned.He did everything he could, tried everything he could to heal her wounds.

All kinds of soups and medicines were poured down bowl by bowl, and Aoki never resisted.She cuddled in the man's arms coquettishly, with a satisfied expression.

Blood relationship is a wonderful thing. After fulfilling her responsibilities, Aoki, like her mother, desperately wanted to stay by a man's side.

Ichimaru Gin held Aoki in his arms, and his movements could not be described as being gentle.The woman in his arms was more beautiful than ever before, it was a beauty burning with life.

Ichimaru Gin knew that everything was in vain.

Aoki Qingtong was about to die.

The pale woman hovered between being awake and unconscious, her voice was low and weak: "I want to go home."

Ichimaru silver hugged her, silent for a long time.

He didn't want to let her go.

After losing and recovering, he expected to last forever.

——Extravagant hope.

In the end, the man with silver-purple hair whispered, "Okay."

At least, we hugged each other well, loved each other well.