Restricted Death

Chapter 50 The Wind is Gentle (First Order Request)

The two girls present were stunned for a moment.

Especially Rukia, her mind was in chaos at the moment, and the figure of the president in front of her became blurry for a moment.

Matsumoto Rangiku was the first to react and asked again, "What did you just say?"

Xin picked up the wine glass and a faint smile slowly appeared on his face.

"I said I like it."

boom!
When Rukia heard these two words again, it felt like a planet exploded in her mind.

Even though she is now the eldest daughter of the Kuchiki family, she is very clear about who she is. The Kuchiki form only gives her a gorgeous but false appearance.
But the president, the president...

But he is a god-like figure who is simply unreachable in Rukia's heart.

The president she respected immensely, the president she admired, the president who was excellent in everything he did!
What did he just say?
Is he drunk?

He had only had two drinks.

Rukia was dazed and had her shoulders held by Matsumoto Rangiku. She felt confused and couldn't believe it.

Matsumoto Rangiku stared at the letter for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter. She laughed so happily that her eyes were clear.

"Okay, okay! I didn't expect to witness such a wonderful confession."

Xin was still drinking slowly, his expression calm and composed, as if what he had just said was not particularly important at all.

It was his current attitude that made Rukia begin to suspect that she might have been hallucinating.

Vice Captain Matsumoto is also hallucinating, right?

Why was the president so calm after he finished speaking... Was he joking or teasing us?

Rukia was extremely confused at the moment. Thousands of thoughts flooded into her mind at the same time, making it impossible for her to calm down and think. She opened her eyes wide, her expression still in a daze.

"how about you?"

Matsumoto Rangiku then looked at Rukia again and asked.

I?
As for me... I'm...

Rukia was a little dazed. She finally came to her senses a little, but then she felt her face burning.

It's her turn to answer, why should she be the one to answer?

She was not prepared at all. The relationship between her and the president was just that of an ordinary boss and subordinate, wasn't it?

Because the president is a nice person, that's why he treats her so well, right?

There might be some slightly ambiguous interactions between them, but Rukia always felt that the president was just not particular about details. She felt that the president definitely didn't think that way, and she didn't dare to think that way.

She didn't dare to look up. She felt that the president must be looking at her, which made her suddenly feel a little scary and terrified, because when she looked up, she would face the word "like" that the president had just said, which was a weight that she could not bear.

Rukia wanted to escape, and she had never wanted to escape from a place so badly.

At this moment, Xin suddenly chuckled again.

"What did you ask her for?"

Matsumoto Rangiku was puzzled: "Of course I have to ask. Now it's the girl's turn to respond."

Xin Ze said: "I didn't ask her to respond."

"Eh?"

Matsumoto Rangiku was stunned. She was a little confused about the meaning of the letter.

That was clearly a confession, wasn't it?

Was the letter wrong or was she mistaken?
I was too nosy. This was clearly a matter between them.

She frowned slightly, thought carefully, and then asked Xin, "You must know whether she refuses or accepts, right?"

Xin Qian smiled and said, "Ms. Rangiku, your words are very strange. You were the one asking me the question, not her, nor was I talking to her. What I said just now was just an answer."

Matsumoto Rangiku felt that what he said was a bit confusing, and she couldn't help but pat her head. She thought she was drunk and couldn't understand what Xin said.

"Wait a minute." Xin continued, "What I said just now was neither a question nor a request, nor a demand. I think Rukia is very outstanding and a very good girl, so I like her very much, that's all."

"..."

Matsumoto Rangiku sat there for a while, then suddenly stood up shakily.

"I'm drunk, I'm really drunk, I'm leaving now, you two can chat."

After saying that, Matsumoto Rangiku staggered towards the door of the izakaya.

"Take care, Miss Rangiku."

After Matsumoto Rangiku left, the atmosphere between Shin and Rukia fell into a strange calm.

Seeing the president sitting opposite her drinking and eating by himself, Rukia's originally chaotic heart slowly calmed down as he ate at a leisurely pace.

She carefully and tentatively raised her head and saw Xin pouring the wine.

Rukia pursed her lips and said, "President, how much have you drunk?"

"Are you worried that I'll get drunk?" Xin asked with a smile.

Rukia didn't understand why he could still smile so calmly. Such calmness made her feel really irritated, as if she had done something wrong.

She avoided Xin's gaze and spoke in a very low voice: "What did the president just say...what exactly did it mean?"

"Doesn't what I said mean enough?"

"..."

In fact, what was said was clear enough. Rukia could understand the meaning of those words. It was not a request or a demand, and it did not require her to respond. It was simply an expression of emotion.

Such behavior made Rukia feel that the president's love was too pure. Is there such a pure feeling in the world?
And am I worthy of the president's pure love?

Or is it that the president simply admires himself but uses the word "like" excessively to express it?

Vice Captain Matsumoto clearly meant that just now. If the president isn't saying that, he should at least explain...

"Aren't you going to eat?"

Xin suddenly asked at this time.

Rukia was speechless. She had no appetite at this moment. She felt that the atmosphere between the two of them was very strange.

The ambiguity and charm that should have existed seemed to exist only in the beginning. It disappeared after Vice Captain Matsumoto left, including the shyness.

It seemed that nothing happened between the two of them, but Rukia just had something to hide.

"I...I'm not hungry."

"Okay then." Xin called the owner of the izakaya to settle the bill, and then stood up first.

"time to go."

"Ah? Oh!"

The two of them walked out of the izakaya, and the moment the door curtain fell, the warm wood fragrance was cut off behind them.

Rukia felt that familiar hand suddenly falling on her head again.

She subconsciously shrank her neck. She felt that she should avoid it, and should keep a certain distance, but she was afraid that she would not be able to grasp the scale well and mess everything up again.

But these were all her thoughts later. The touch on her head made her inexplicably greedy at the moment.

The president's movements seemed lighter and gentler than before, and his voice seemed gentle as well.

"gone."

The bluestone slabs were shimmering with silver light, and the sound of footsteps created ripples in the quiet streets, startling the broken stars curled up on the roof.

In the distance, lights still seemed to flicker, like square jellyfish stranded in the night. The wind swept through the low tower of empty bottles, playing a few muffled notes, which were then immediately soaked by the moonlight dripping from the eaves.

When Rukia looked up, a cloud was passing by, and the scattered stars became silver sand that passed through the mesh of the sieve and fell into the deep blue night sky.

She was in a trance, and felt that there was a layer of illusory light floating on the road, like the ripples of water left on the mudflats during high tide. In a trance, she saw her shadow being kneaded into a thin silk thread by the evening breeze, gently tied to the brightest star in the sky.

(End of this chapter)