Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

However, what shocked her was not quite what Wen Shui had expected.

"Are you crazy? You actually want to kill Vermouth? Do you know how much trouble this will cause you?" Ai Haibara's face was full of disbelief.

Wen Shui: "I didn't actually kill her. Later, I calmly judged that the situation was not suitable and even took the opportunity to get revenge on her for you."

“But your thinking is very dangerous,” Ai Haibara continued.

"This shouldn't be the time to discuss this, right? I've been misunderstood by some people as someone who betrayed their companions." Wen Shui sighed sadly.

Ai Haibara suddenly fell silent again.

"Thank you, but please don't do anything so dangerous again. I'm not worth it," Ai Haibara said, her head bowed.

Seeing her downcast mood, Wen Shui said softly, "Don't say things that ruin the mood. I did this to make you understand that no matter what, we who are in the same boat are on the same side. As long as we trust each other, even if the opponent is Vermouth, there's nothing we can do."

"Okay, I understand." Ai Haibara nodded obediently this time.

Wen Shui smiled and said, "Ah, the misunderstanding is finally cleared up. But I thought you would excitedly rush into my arms."

Ai Haibara looked at him quietly, then said something surprising: "Do you want me to hug you?"

"Huh?" Wen Shui was surprised; she hadn't expected there to be a hidden level.

A blush crept across Ai Haibara's fair face: "Y-it's a hug between comrades."

Wen Shui's gaze unconsciously fell on Ai Haibara. Today, she was wearing a very fashionable two-piece chocolate-colored long dress, which was somewhat like overalls, and paired with a beige knitted top.

From a distance, it looks like a beautifully packaged cream chocolate.

"You can't think of strange things," Ai Haibara interrupted.

Wen Shui smiled and said, "That's hard to say, I'll try my best to control it."

He thought Ai Haibara would continue to bicker with him, but to his surprise, she decisively pounced on him and bumped into him.

Ai Haibara's body is very light and soft.

Despite its visually sexy and voluptuous curves, it feels much smaller than expected when held in the arms, like holding a soft marshmallow.

The scent of cool-toned perfume seeped into the warm water's nasal cavity, and a faint milky fragrance could also be detected.

Because it was a frontal hug, Usagi-chan pressed herself against the warm water without any reservations.

Feeling that amazing softness and elasticity again, and the vibrant heartbeat, Wen Shui subconsciously grabbed Ai's shoulders and hugged her even tighter.

"It's an enemy that Xiaolan can't defeat even if she drinks papaya milk every day," Wen Shui thought to herself.

"Is it...is it okay?" Ai Haibara asked softly.

Wen Shui said half-jokingly, "Let's wait a little longer; the pain in my heart hasn't healed yet."

"Oh, okay." Ai Haibara buried her face in the warm water on her shoulder.

Ai Haibara's obedient reaction made Onami a little uncomfortable. In addition, when she buried her face in his shoulder, her breath would spray warm air onto his neck, which felt ticklish and comfortable.

Gradually, Wen Shui's mindset changed.

The "petite and adorable companion" in her arms has transformed into a more intimate form of partner.

Ai Haibara immediately noticed Wen Shui's change and jumped out of his arms: "W-what are you doing?"

Her face was noticeably redder than before as she pointed to the change in the warm water.

Wen Shui shrugged: "There's nothing I can do. It's your fault for blowing air into my neck."

Ai Haibara's cheeks were burning hot. Although there had been contact before, those were all accidental and unintentional touches, which was clearly different from this situation.

"Quickly put away your filthy tail," Ai Haibara scolded, her face flushed.

"Don't scare the child," Wen Shui couldn't help but retort. "Besides, didn't you wag your tail too?"

"Me? What do you mean?" Ai Haibara's eyes widened.

Wen Shui pointed to her long dress, which was now disheveled from the hug. The bow at the waist of the chocolate-colored dress was drooping, somewhat similar to Wen Shui's situation.

As she spoke, Wen Shui reached out and tugged at one end of the bow.

However, something unexpected happened.

The bow was actually the belt of the long dress, and he simply ripped the cloth strip off.

Her chocolate-colored long dress slipped down instantly, piling up in a heap next to Ai Haibara's snow-white ankles.

Her slender, fair legs were fully exposed to the air in the kitchen, and the mysterious and alluring Bermuda Triangle was also briefly revealed.

Wen Shui suddenly wanted to overturn his previous idea. He realized he was wrong. The beautiful girl's long, slender legs were indeed an irreplaceable beauty.

Meanwhile, Ai Haibara had lost the ability to think. Her shoulders trembled, and she stood there dumbfounded, unsure of how to react.

Wen Shui was speechless. Why make the skirt so complicated? Who would have thought that women's belts would be designed like this now?

But what's done is done, and we have to face it.

Wen Shui handed over the ribbon in her hand and tentatively suggested, "Why don't you blindfold yourself and we'll pretend we didn't see you today?"

Chapter 80: Using "Ai's Dog Training Guide" on Ai.

Warm water's suggestion clearly failed to satisfy Ai Haibara.

These words, like a devil's whisper, pulled Ai Haibara's thoughts back to reality.

She seemed to transform into an activated gargoyle, revealing adorable fangs and not-so-sharp nails, and lunged at the warm water.

Because Ai Haibara was wearing a thin beige knit sweater that covered her waistline below her navel, even when she tackled him to the floor, it wasn't much different from the previous hug.

But those long, slender, soft, and smooth legs were a different story.

Without the constraints of a long skirt, her stunningly long and shapely legs fully showcased her athletic talent.

This quickly put Wenshui in a predicament, leaving her in a dilemma.

The aroma of stewing beef wafted from the gas stove in the kitchen, while the kettle next to it boiled, making an ominous sound.

Young men and women embraced each other and rolled around on the floor.

The glimpses of long, white legs, the brown skirt scattered nearby, and the increasingly heavy breathing that followed the start of the physical exertion filled the kitchen with an atmosphere brimming with youthful hormones.

If things continue to develop this way, it could very well become an unmanageable situation.

Fortunately, the sound of the kettle boiling dry brought Ai Haibara back to her senses, and while she went to turn off the stove, she slipped away under the pretext of going out to buy something.

The best approach in this situation is to let each other calm down first.

Wen Shui rested for a while in a nearby park and chatted with two middle-aged men who were taking a walk about whether there were any new rumors about the Slit-Mouthed Woman. About twenty minutes later.

Wen Shui received a text message from Ai Haibara.

"We're out of soy sauce at home, so I'll go to the supermarket and get a bottle."

It seems they've calmed down. Of course, there's also the possibility that Ai Haibara has already laid a trap at home, planning to stew him with beef.

Wen Shui said goodbye to the two uncles and asked around about the convenience store nearby where he could buy the brand of soy sauce that Ai Haibara had sent.

One of the older men looked at Wen Shui's retreating figure and said with a smile, "Is that your girlfriend? You got married so early."

"He's probably still in school, I'm guessing it's his mother," another uncle guessed.

Surprising, isn't it? Actually, she's the mom type girlfriend, Wen Shui thought to herself.

While buying soy sauce, he also bought two "Bubble Dog" keychain gashapon toys from the gashapon machine at the convenience store entrance. He remembered that Ai Haibara also liked these kinds of toys and seemed to have a lot of different models at home.

Although these special gashapon capsules are a bit expensive, they're just the right apology to ease the awkwardness from before.

Back in the rented apartment bathed in the sunset.

As Wen Shui pushed open the entryway door, the aroma of food in the room became even stronger than before, and could be smelled even from the doorway.

Wen Shui carefully checked the doorway and the area around the hallway to make sure there were no traps that could make him unconscious before he went to the living room.

Ai Haibara was sitting on the sofa in the living room reading a book. The orange sunlight shone on her through the window, making her soft brown short hair seem to be coated with a soft halo. Underneath her chocolate-colored long dress, her fair and delicate ankles were somewhat charming.

"Did you buy the soy sauce?" Ai Haibara looked up, her expression calm.

Wen Shui paused for a moment, nodded, and then took out a soy sauce bottle from the shopping bag: "Hmm, is this the brand?"

It seems that Ai Haibara is planning to pretend nothing happened, and Nuwa is naturally not stupid enough to deliberately bring up the awkward situation from earlier. Let's just skip over that thrilling entanglement.

"Yes, this is it." Ai Haibara closed the book, walked over, and picked up the soy sauce bottle.

"Oh, right, I also bought two gashapon toys for you." Wen Shui took out two beautifully packaged gashapon toys from the shopping bag.

Haibara sighed, "Do you think of me as a child?"

"It's a Bubble Puppy gashapon machine. I heard you can get a limited edition plush toy." Wen Shui smiled.

Ai Haibara's expression changed, but she ultimately chose to compromise. She put the soy sauce bottle aside and said, "Let's open it and see who has better luck."

The two sat on the sofa, warmed by the sun, each holding a gashapon capsule toy.

"Which model do you want?" Wen Shui looked at the colorful illustrations on the packaging paper, which listed the types of prizes that could be won, more than ten in total.

The best prize is a limited edition Bubble Puppy that was released previously; it's said that only 200 of them were released worldwide this time.

It seems that businesses around the world also understand the concept of scarcity marketing.

"I think my sister has one. If we can draw it, we can make a pair, and its collectible value will double."

Ai Haibara pointed to one of the illustrations featuring a small mustache and said.

“I think this one is good.” Wen Shui pointed to one of the illustrations, in which the bubble puppy had short brown hair similar to that of Ai Haibara.

Ai Haibara leaned closer and glanced at him, a faint, pleasant fragrance wafting into Wen Shui's nostrils: "That one, which you can buy brand new for only 500, is the worst consolation prize."

"Is...is that so?" Wen Shui exclaimed in surprise.

The two tore open the packaging paper, unscrewed the capsule toys, and then Wen Shui opened the bag containing the pendant first. Surprisingly, he actually won the prize worth 500 yuan.

"Yay, I really won!" Wen Shui smiled happily.

"It's only 500, is it really necessary to be so happy?" Ai Haibara seemed a little confused.

Wen Shui fiddled with the doll in her hand: "You can't judge these things solely by their price. I think this one is quite pretty, and the hair color is a bit like yours."

Ai Haibara froze, then lowered her head to tear open the wrapper. She didn't respond to Wen Shui's joke.

Squeezing open the gashapon capsule, Ai Haibara took out a doll that was exactly the same as the one she had drawn from Lukewarm Water. She sighed, "Looks like my luck is just as bad as yours today."