[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

Chapter 291

Pure white bed, pure white bedding, pure white walls, pure white ceiling, pure white scenery, pure white world.

Under the soft velvet quilt and comfortable feather pillow, Hirako let out a sound full of Kansai flavor. The dull pain in the back of her neck reminded the blonde mask that this would definitely not be any medical institution that was always filled with the smell of disinfectant. Or scientific research institutions overwhelmed by electronically synthesized sounds.

Relying on the meager memory before losing consciousness, Pingzi slowly raised an arm to cover the sunlight that went straight into the pupil, so that the sore and stinging eyes that had not been bathed in the light for a long time could get a temporary respite.

here is……

here is……

virtual circle...

Void Night Palace...

"You are awake, Captain Hirako." No matter how long it has passed, the cruelest facts and the coldest truths have been written in the blood, bones, texture and soul, and the never-fading and unforgettable bass sounds in the ear, always elegant and calm The tone turns the deep and magnetic timbre into an aged wine, and the mellow and long aftertaste is a gentleness that can drown people.

The complicated and chaotic thoughts in his mind prevented Pingzi from responding to the slender figure standing at the head of the bed, with a tall body that almost blended into the pure white background of the entire Xuye Palace.

But the familiar voice, the familiar tone, and the lines that were repeated too many times made him wave his hand instinctively in a trance, and turned lazily towards the direction of the backlight. The movement gently slid over the sharp edges of the bones, and the touch of the hair tip skimming over the skin was drowsy, lazy and cold. Hirako habitually hugged the futon in his arms and rubbed against the soft feather pillow: "Sousuke, Let me sleep a little longer."

"I used a little innocuous trick when I brought him back." A voice that was completely different from the inexplicably familiar voice before, a clear and sharp baritone came one after another, and it sounded from the other side of the bed, slowly, "After all, with my strength, it really takes courage and luck to bring a conscious captain-level mask through the black cavity."

"When will he be fully awake?" The deep and mellow bass flowed in the air, eclipsing the movement played by the first-rate cello under the fingertips of the best players, and the gorgeous tone was like the finest velvet. The moment it passes through the fingertips, a trembling torrent winds through the nerve endings.

The soft and ambiguous chuckle caused slight ripples in the air, and the voice was as clear as the wind blowing willows, as sharp as the sound of metal and iron, suddenly mixed with a sweet and dull voice: "It depends on what you mean, Aizen. SAMA."

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"I want this, this and this, Soyousuke, can't you move any faster?"

In the depths of Xuye Palace, the domineering Kansai dialect came from the dormitory of the master of Xuquan. The owner of the voice was sitting on the palace master's wide and comfortable big bed with one foot raised up full of queenly temperament, with dazzling bangs and light gray hair. His eyes lazily glanced at the rich and luxurious dinner in front of him behind his half-closed eyelids, and the corners of his lips were careless and impatient, like a picky and arrogant king who would never treat his servants effort to show a satisfied smile.

Hirako tilted his head and raised his chin with the smallest amount: "The one over there looks okay, remember to bring it to me too, Soyousuke."

"Okay, Captain Hirako." The blond man who was occupied by the bedside bird's nest ordered him to run around the exaggeratedly long dining table, and the master of Xuquan, who was about to use Shunpo, had a warm voice and a pleasant smile. , just short of the four big characters rising in the glittering background - enjoy it.

The exaggerated and impatient expression on Mako Hirako's face, which finally slipped half of her arm into the sleeve, suddenly turned into a gloomy expression suppressing her anger. The tabletop covered with a spotless white tablecloth in front of him turned into a gentle caress for an instant—if you ignore the blue veins under the white skin that snaked like snakes and popped up: "Sousuke, what do you want to do?" ?”

"I just want to prepare a breakfast for Captain Hirako that will satisfy you." The delicious food scattered around the dining table that I ordered casually before was elegantly placed on the square table set up in front of Hirako, silver. The tableware is shining brightly beside the white porcelain dinner plate.

Suppressing the urge to grab the knife and fork at hand and throw it on the brown-haired and brown-eyed man's smile that never reveals his true intentions, Mako Hirako, who is buttoned under the throat with one hand, is exhausted Caressing the faintly aching forehead, he turned his head and said, "As long as your face appears in my line of sight, it's enough for me to lose my appetite."

"This is impossible, Captain Pingzi." The king of the virtual circle slowly lowered his body, the darkness was thicker and deeper than the eternal night in the virtual circle outside the window, like a poisonous snake lurking in the bushes, climbing up to the virtual night, pretending to be white The skirt of the snow, the gentle and ambiguous smile that will always be remembered in the memory is clearly visible in the center of the light gray pupils, the corners of the lips are soft but have a deep arc, the tails of the eyes are narrow and sharp, but they are mixed into a very different deep courage in the memory , oppressing the extremely sensitive nerve endings of the blond man heavily and irreversibly, "In the days to come, it will probably be very difficult for you not to see me."

The blond-haired man shrouded in the shadow of blue dye, the blustery anger that appeared in the corners of his brows and eyes a second ago, converged into the silence and coldness of the cold pool, autumn moon, ancient well, and a minute later—— It may be shorter or it may be longer—Pingzi slowly raised one corner of his mouth, bringing up the handsome face of the master of the virtual circle, the soft skin behind the bent index finger joint touching the upper jaw bone, which belongs to a top swordsman The fingertips with clear bones and gentle touch slowly trace the beautiful and fragile outline from the jaw to the throat along the delicate texture, and the opened thumb unconsciously rubs the thin lips that are cool in nature but soft in texture, and the beautiful lip line is stretched The end curled up into an ambiguous shape, the tip of the bright red tongue trembled slightly behind the glistening porcelain white, the slightly parted lips and teeth brushed against the seemingly absent warmth in the palm of the hand The most irresistible invitation.

Pingzi was slightly taken aback, and the bright banter in his eyes was gradually replaced by a darker and deeper color, as if the sailor who was bewitched by the siren's singing slowly pulled the face close to him with his hands, his tall and straight face The bridge of the nose was almost rubbed with blue dye, and the tip of the nose was tilted at an angle suitable for a deep kiss.

The breath can be heard, the lips and teeth are intertwined, the tip of the tongue is waiting behind the white teeth, the tip of the tongue can't wait to swim out, but the moment it licks the soft lips of the other party, it is pushed away by the powerful force in the neck, away from the long-awaited goal , in the blurred vision, the short golden hair bounced sharply in the air. Compared with ordinary men, the man's sharper jaw and the steeper arc of his lips showed the sharpness of the piercing sight, like a sword drawn from its sheath, Another example is the bloodthirsty fangs, rebellious and sharp.

"I'm not that easy to please, Soyousuke." At the end, the oily Kansai accent provokes a vicious but sexy rise that makes the heart beat faster, and the hunched over stands at the door and sits in a fake pose The leader of the front army smoothly smoothed the non-existent folds on the straight collar, lazily raised a finger and shook it on the listless shoulder, "Also, your method of courtship..." The corners of the lips piled up The corners of the white and neat teeth are exposed in the creases of the eyes, and one-third of the light gray eyes are slanted behind the interlaced golden yellow, revealing the steep and straight grace, "It's simply disgusting."