Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

However, the fact that the captain of the karate club was so skilled still gave Wen Shui a fright.

"Stop fooling around, it's dangerous."

Wen Shui patted Xiao Lan's instep with dissatisfaction, then felt that this was not enough, so he gently slid his fingertips across Xiao Lan's soft soles.

Skin thoroughly washed with soap has a surprisingly soft texture.

Every time you touch her, Xiaolan's shoulders tremble slightly, just like a frightened stray cat. Her adorable appearance makes you want to protect her.

"What...what are you doing?" Xiaolan looked at Wenshui in a panic.

Wen Shui smiled and said, "I've never trimmed someone's toenails before, so I need to get familiar with it first."

Xiao Lan: "Huh, is this the first time Wen Shui-jun has ever touched a girl's feet?"

"Yes, if we don't count Ai Haibara." Wen Shui shrugged.

Ran frowned: "Ai is still a child, she doesn't count."

Wen Shui thought to herself, "You said it yourself, so I'll listen to you."

After learning that Wen Shui was touching a girl's feet for the first time in a real sense, Xiao Lan smiled slightly: "Alright, let's get started. We still have to watch the fireworks show later."

"Okay, here I come." Wen Shui took a deep breath, trying to concentrate.

However, what filled my nostrils was the scent of soap from Xiaolan and the faint, youthful fragrance of her sweat.

Xiaolan looked at Wenshui's slightly trembling hands and couldn't help but say, "Be careful, don't hurt me, otherwise you'll have to carry me to see the fireworks later."

Wen Shui smiled and said, "Now that you mention it, I'm actually tempted to give it a try."

"Ugh, forget all those messy thoughts."

Xiaolan couldn't help but kick him again, but this time the force was much less, and it felt more like a couple playfully teasing each other.

Although it was her first time doing something like this, Wen Shui had a knack for it and quickly grasped the essence.

However, simply trimming nails was a bit boring for Wen Shui, so he would often casually brush against Xiao Lan's ankles, calves, and soles of her feet.

Each time, Xiaolan would bite her lip tightly and endure it without saying a word.

To outsiders, Xiaolan looked smug, enjoying the fruits of victory.

However, by holding the warm water on the girl's bare feet, one could clearly feel the inner struggle and trembling on Xiaolan's delicate skin.

Wen Shui played this game with great enthusiasm, feeling as if she had gone from being the one being punished to the one doing the punishing; the role reversal was a bit too fast.

The two's subtle actions had already caught Eri's attention.

However, Eri Kisaki didn't seem to have much to say about it. Perhaps she is a conservative person and doesn't understand the emerging culture that has only recently become popular among young people.

Eri even felt that Ran was bullying her a bit.

Although she knew that the two of them did this because of a bet.

But is this really a good idea?

Wen Shui is a boy, you know. Doing something like this in front of so many people must be very embarrassing for him, right?

However, Wen Shui didn't seem impatient at all. Instead, he carefully trimmed Xiao Lan's nails, and there wasn't much evil in his eyes.

He seems like an unpredictable guy.

By a twist of fate, Eri Kisaki's impression of Nukumizu improved. She felt that this kind of man should be more reliable than Mori, at least he wouldn't be addicted to pachinko and going to Kabukicho.

Boom!

While Eri Kisaki was distracted, Kogoro Mouri swung his racket horizontally, the ping-pong ball quickly grazed the net, and then accurately hit "Mi-chan Plus".

The waves were violently surging.

Kogoro Mouri flashed his signature smile: "Haha, you scored. Looks like you haven't been practicing much all these years. Your skill level has declined a lot."

Eri's face turned cold.

"Is that so? Since you're so competitive, then I'll show you my true strength."

Eri pushed up her glasses and then entered a state of absolute focus, quickly overwhelming Uncle Mori and leaving him no room to breathe.

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On the other side, Ayashiro and his wife had just finished a game.

Mrs. Ayashiro looked at Wen Shui and Xiao Lan curiously: "Wow, young people these days are much bolder than we were back then."

“Isn’t that a punishment? I bet that kid is really upset,” said Ayashiro Yukio.

Mrs. Ayashiro: "Idiot, didn't you notice that Ran's expression is a little strange? I bet those two are secretly dating."

"Huh? Really?"

"Honestly, your emotional intelligence in this area is downright appalling." Mrs. Ayashiro couldn't help but rub her forehead.

Ayashiro Yukio's expression changed slightly, then he walked to his wife's side and said, "How about I trim your nails for you tonight?"

"No, you have a more important task today. Our child is still undecided..."

The not-so-young couple were whispering intimate words that made one blush and their heart race.

The work on the warm water side was also progressing gradually. Although he intentionally slowed down the pace, Xiaolan only had ten toes in total, and he quickly cut half of them off.

If nothing unexpected happens, this little incident will probably just pass by quietly.

However, Uncle Mori was so badly overwhelmed by Eri Kisaki that he ran out of energy and failed to save the ball during one of his attempts.

The ping-pong ball rolled into the rest area where Wen Shui and Xiao Lan were.

Kogoro Mouri stared in disbelief, then roared angrily, "Hey, brat, what are you doing?"

Feeling guilty, Xiaolan shuddered and instinctively tried to pull her leg back, but found that her ankle was gripped by warm water and she couldn't move.

The two remained in an awkward position, and Xiaolan's toes couldn't help but curl up.

I wish I could disappear into a crack in the ground right now.

Wen Shui gently pinched Xiao Lan's calf to calm her down, then said in a serious tone, "Help Xiao Lan trim her nails. It's punishment for losing the game earlier."

"Punishment?" Kogoro Mouri exclaimed in surprise. "But what kind of punishment is this? Look at you with those lecherous eyes..."

"Uncle, please don't slander me." Wen Shui interrupted Kogoro Mouri. "Actually, I'm in a lot of pain inside. If I hadn't lost the match just now, I wouldn't have done this."

The expression on Wen Shui's face was very realistic.

Xiaolan immediately understood and said fiercely, "Dad, who told this guy to talk such nonsense just now? I can't feel at ease if I don't punish him."

Their earnest words swayed Kogoro Mouri's thinking, leading him to focus on punishment.

Upon closer inspection, it doesn't seem like there's anything wrong with it, but something still feels off.

Xiao Lan pressed her advantage, squinting her eyes and smiling, "By the way, Dad, why don't you and Mom make a bet too?"

"I'm not interested at all. I'm going to have a good drink later." Kogoro Mouri was clearly tempted, but he stubbornly refused to admit it.

"Then let's bet on who will pour the drinks. It's just a game anyway." Xiaolan took her leg off Wenshui, stood up in her wooden clogs, grabbed her father's arm, and whispered her advice.

Eri looked at the warm water with a slight frown.

Wen Shui met Eri's gaze with innocent eyes, quickly dispelling Eri's doubts, and Eri even came over to speak up for Wen Shui.

Xiaolan then quickly steered the conversation to the bet the two had made.

While the three were having a heated discussion, Conan, who had just gone for a stroll outside the hotel, returned. Although Conan had no idea what had happened, he possessed exceptional observation and reasoning abilities.

Soon, we learned about the conversation between Xiaolan and her parents.

And the nail clippers in Wen Shui's hand.

From Xiaolan's half-trimmed nails, they deduced the general course of events.

Conan was struck dumb. Trembling, he walked to the nail clippings that Ran had dropped on the ground for a final check.

Wen Shui placed her hand on Conan's shoulder and said softly, "Want to try some? It tastes just like potato chips."

Conan was immediately speechless, but because of his identity, he couldn't lash out.

All I could do was curse in my heart that the warm water would shrink by ten centimeters.

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Finally, at Ran's urging, Kogoro Mouri and Eri Kisaki had a ping-pong match with a wager.

Eri Kisaki also decisively and swiftly defeated Uncle Mori.

Seeing the light fade from Kogoro Mouri's eyes, he gripped his ping-pong paddle and stared at the ceiling: "Damn it, I could have easily beaten her before."

Eri Kisaki chuckled lightly, "That was so many years ago. People always grow up."

Xiao Lan clapped her hands and said, "Mom is so amazing!"

Wen Shui leaned closer and whispered, "Tell me, do you want to continue or not?"

Xiaolan glanced at the warm water, her cheeks slightly flushed: "That's fine. We'll be eating soon, I can take care of the rest myself."

"But it's really frustrating to only get halfway through something," Wen Shui said.

Xiaolan looked around and realized that everyone had almost finished playing. Now, having her nails trimmed with warm water in front of everyone was a little embarrassing.

"Then, I'll keep it for now, and ask you for help when I have time?" Xiaolan said.

Wen Shui tentatively asked, "You mean I'll come to your room tonight?"

"Dream on!" Xiaolan suddenly took a step back, looking at Wenshui warily. "Let's wait... let's talk about it when we get back to Mihua."

Wen Shui was speechless, but had no choice but to return the nail clippers to Xiao Lan.

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The fireworks display here started quite early, so everyone decided to wait until after the fireworks were over.

We went back to the hotel for dinner and had a good chat.

Therefore, after fully exercising, Horikoshi Yumi went straight back to her room to sleep.

The others also chose to go back to their rooms to rest, while Kogoro Mouri and Eri Kisaki stayed in the living room, chatting with Ran about their younger days.

Conan also kept a vigilant watch over Ran, not giving Wen Shui any opportunity to take advantage.

Although Wen Shui had somehow gotten ahead of him, she hadn't completely taken the lead yet. Conan thought to himself, "I absolutely can't let Wen Shui finish cutting the rest of my nails."