Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

The lukewarm water was startled.

Does this woman have no sense of boundaries at all, or is she deliberately retaliating?

The thoughts in her mind did not stop her body's subconscious reaction; the tip of her tongue, warm water, circled around Yukiko Kudo's fingernails.

The delicate skin-like texture combined with the batter creates an irresistible magic.

Warm Water: "It tastes good."

A blush began to spread across Yukiko Kudo's fair skin, starting from her fingertips and quickly extending to her delicate collarbones and cheeks.

She lowered her voice and said through gritted teeth, "How long are you going to keep it in your mouth?"

"Oh, I'm sorry," Wen Shui quickly relented.

Looking at the saliva stuck to her fingernails, Yukiko Kudo felt as if he might pick up a kitchen knife and fight him to the death at any moment.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

"I'll go open the door," Wen Shui said, running straight to the door.

Yukiko Kudo watched his retreating figure, a hint of shame and anger flashing in her eyes, before she put her hands under the tap to rinse them.

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Upon opening the entryway door, Ran Mouri, dressed in a refreshing tracksuit, naturally appeared before Wen Shui.

Xiao Lan looked at Wen Shui in surprise: "Huh? I just knocked on the door."

"Yeah, I got stuck in traffic when I came back," Wen Shui said with a wry smile.

Xiao Lan also revealed a mischievous smile: "Hehe, actually even if they hadn't called you, I would have found a way to get you to come over. How could we leave you out at a time like this?"

"That's so mean." Wen Shui looked at her resentfully.

After changing her shoes, Xiaolan suddenly seemed to remember something and asked, "By the way, I heard that you went to see Guangyan yesterday and encountered a fugitive?"

"Ugh, don't even mention it. I was exhausted yesterday. I walked all day, and those kids dragged me out of bed to watch the sunrise this morning," Wen Shui complained bitterly.

Xiaolan suddenly lowered her voice: "How about I massage your shoulders later?"

"While Yingli is drunk?" Wen Shui probed.

"There's no need for that, is there? You're not thinking about weird things, are you?" Xiaolan couldn't help but chime in.

"No, I was just asking casually." Wen Shui quickly changed the subject. "By the way, isn't Conan coming today?"

"I was going to invite him to come along, but Conan said his stomach hurt and Dad had a client to meet." Ran looked a little disappointed. "I thought we could have Dad and Mom eat together."

Perhaps he was afraid of Eri Kisaki, which is why he didn't dare to come.

Wen Shui nodded and comforted her, "Don't worry, there will be opportunities."

With the addition of Xiaolan, the culinary genius, the cooking process became more organized and efficient.

Although Eri Kisaki ended up preparing a few dishes that were difficult to identify, most of the food on the table was still in a state of barely being inedible.

Of course, even if something tastes terrible, warm water won't show any signs of it.

On the contrary, they ate with great relish.

This cheered up Eri Kisaki, who was slightly tipsy after a few drinks, and she even said something like, "I wish Nuwa was my son."

Upon hearing this, Ran and Yukiko Kudo immediately and instinctively retorted.

Yukiko Kudo was a little anxious: "Boys are hard to raise, especially these grown-up brats, who are in their most rebellious and difficult-to-manage phase."

“Yeah, isn’t one of me enough for you?” Ran also clung to Eri’s arm and acted coquettishly.

Eri looked at the two of them curiously: "I was just saying it casually, why are you taking it so seriously?"

The two exchanged a glance, and then simultaneously picked up their glasses (of drinks) and gulped them down.

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The meal lasted until after 10 p.m.

After tidying up the dining table in the living room, Eri Kisaki curled up on the sofa and fell asleep.

Ran received a call from Sonoko, then hid in her room to plot something.

The only people in the living room were Wen Shui, who was watching the news on TV because she didn't bring her phone, and Kudo Yukiko, who was lying on another sofa watching fashion news on her phone.

Although Yukiko Kudo wasn't drunk, she was clearly not thinking clearly and her body was reacting slowly because she had drunk quite a bit.

Specifically, this manifests as her looking at her phone while lying down.

The phone fell on her face several times, and the sound of it hitting her made Wen Shui feel a pang of pain.

However, Mrs. Kudo, whose nerves were partially numbed by alcohol, acted as if nothing had happened, still lying on the sofa, legs crossed, flipping through the latest film industry news.

Could it be that this woman has a special tendency that only manifests after drinking alcohol?

Wen Shui couldn't help but mutter to herself.

Snapped!

Another crisp sound rang out.

Wen Shui couldn't help but say, "Hey, can you be a little more careful? Can't you just lie down and look at your phone?"

Yukiko rubbed her face as she answered, "It's uncomfortable lying down, it's too big."

Too big?

Wen Shui was taken aback at first, and then realized what Kudo Yukiko was talking about.

Damn it, even if it's true, don't just say it out loud! It seems that the charm of a drunken married woman is indeed different from usual, even for someone like Yukiko Kudo.

"Let's be careful, it wouldn't be good if you broke your nose," Wen Shui reminded her, before continuing to focus on the television.

Yukiko suddenly sat up, her beautiful eyes sparkling with curiosity: "Are you worried about me?"

"Of course," Wen Shui said matter-of-factly, shrugging.

Yukiko Kudo's small hand gripping her phone suddenly tightened, as if she had heard some terrible news.

“You know, you’re my boss and partner now,” Wen Shui continued. “When you’re socializing with people in the film industry, you have to show up in person. If you get a disfigurement, it will affect the efficiency of your social interactions.”

"You wretched brat, you don't need to worry about me!" Yukiko Kudo was so angry that she threw a cushion at him, and then her phone accidentally fell into the gap between the wall and the sofa.

"Why are you suddenly angry?" Wen Shui asked, speechless.

Yukiko peered down from the sofa, but the gap was too narrow to see what was inside. She turned to Wen Shui and said, "My phone fell down. Could you move the sofa for me?"

Warm Water: "I just finished eating. Try hooking it from below."

"No, there's no space underneath this sofa."

Wen Shui sighed, stood up and walked to the sofa, then suddenly seemed to remember something: "You wouldn't have ambushed me, would you?"

"What kind of person do you take me for?" Yukiko asked, looking displeased.

Wen Shui: "Just a few days ago you kept me stuck in the hospital..."

Wen Shui was speaking when Kudo Yukiko suddenly covered her mouth, it seemed she didn't want anyone to know what happened at the hospital a few days ago.

Whether it was because Yukiko Kudo had drunk too much or not, she looked at the sofa and thought of a solution, finally finding a rope under the TV cabinet and handing it to Wen Shui:

"If you're worried, then tie my hands up."

Faced with the bold request from the sexy woman in front of him, Wen Shui's heart couldn't help but beat faster.

But then she remembered that Ran was in the room next door, and Eri was lying on the sofa behind her...

My heart seems to be beating even faster.

Chapter 161 Would you wear a cow costume and ring a bell for me?

"What are you standing there for? Do you expect me to do it myself?" Kudo Yukiko, who had drunk quite a bit, had a charming blush on her cheeks, and her big, watery eyes sparkled with a playful smile.

This woman becomes bolder and less restrained when she's drunk.

I had already experienced the effects of warm water before.

Although the sexy woman with a curvaceous figure offered her the rope, which made Wen Shui somewhat tempted, she hesitated because Ran and Eri were both there.

He might not even be properly tied up before someone throws him out from behind with a judo over-the-shoulder throw.

Wen Shui shook her head: "There's no need to go to such lengths. I was just saying it casually."

Yukiko Kudo looked at Wen Tianxiang with surprise, her face full of astonishment: "You didn't drink tonight, why did you change your personality?"

"Please don't slander me. I'm just an honest and upright person," Wen Shui said with a straight face.

Because her mind hasn't been working too well lately, Yukiko Kudo finally realized that Nuwa was worried about Ran and Eri discovering and misunderstanding her.

She suddenly felt a sharp pain in her heart, and pouted, "Hmph, you really do have feelings for Xiaolan. You lied to me before and said you didn't want to be in a relationship."

Wen Shui: "No, we're just good friends right now."

Considering that Eri was right behind her, Nuwa quickly distanced herself from Ran.

"Then... could it be Eri?" Yukiko Kudo asked, her face filled with shock.

Wen Shui couldn't help but rub her forehead: "What are you thinking? Can't I just avoid this kind of thing because I don't want to leave a bad impression on my elders and classmates?"

"This doesn't seem like your personality at all," Yukiko analyzed, frowning.

Lukewarm water is beyond words.

"Alright, hurry up and put the rope away," Wen Shui urged, then noticed that the rope in Kudo Yukiko's hand was newly bought. "By the way, why do you keep such a long rope at home? Are you going to tie yourself up?"

"Who would be so bored!" Yukiko roared, tossing the rope aside and preparing to charge at Nukumi. "And tell me, how can a person tie themselves up?"

Wen Shui really does know a way to tie herself up.

I learned that from a detective novel; the murderer, in order to get revenge, committed suicide and then framed the suspect—that's the kind of trick they used.

"You want to learn?" Wen Shui asked curiously.

Yukiko hadn't expected the topic to veer to this point. Her mind went blank for a moment, and then her expression suddenly became somewhat flustered.

"I...I'm not interested at all! Hurry up and lift the sofa up, I still need to message the producer to discuss the movie later." Yukiko turned around guiltily and skillfully hid the rope in the deepest part of the TV cabinet drawer.

As Wen Shui watched her familiar movements, he couldn't help but wonder if he had guessed correctly.