Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

As she spoke, she pretended to accidentally let the ice cream fall from her mouth.

However, because she had backed up too much when she was angry, a small piece of the creamy ice cream slid past Xiaolan's hand and landed on her knee, which was covered by black over-the-knee socks.

An even larger piece fell directly onto Xiaolan's black leather shoes.

Warm water: ?

Is this some kind of ultimate move?

Xiaolan bit her lip slightly and said shyly, "Where do you plan to start eating?"

Chapter 183 The Karate Club Captain's Black Stockinged Legs: Their Power is Indeed Impressive

Wen Shui had just made a decision and was about to reach out to Xiao Lan's slender legs, which were encased in black over-the-knee stockings.

He wanted to teach Xiaolan a lesson, to let her know that making such gestures in front of boys is dangerous, and sometimes you have to pay the price.

But before the warm water could even touch Xiaolan's black stockings...

Xiaolan suddenly looked tense, and put her legs together, using the inside of her knees to hold the tips of the warm water between her fingers.

The lukewarm water was startled.

Is this a coy refusal or a polite rejection?

Logically speaking, since Xiaolan took the initiative to stop Wenshui from doing anything further, she should have changed her mind.

However, the act of pinching fingertips with the knee is somewhat ambiguous in itself, and coupled with the girl's slightly shy invitation, it's hard not to let one's imagination run wild.

As Wen Shui was thinking, she noticed out of the corner of her eye that Xiao Lan's expression wasn't one of shyness or anger; instead, she was looking at the restaurant bar with a sense of fear and unease.

The warm water understood instantly.

He may have encountered the third type of chaotic situation.

Thinking of this, Wen Shui quickly withdrew her hand, but Xiao Lan still slapped Wen Shui's hand. Then she sat up straight and pretended to be nonchalant, while stirring the ice cubes at the bottom of the mango juice cup with a straw.

As expected, the truth was just as Wen Shui had thought. Xiao Lan saw Suzuki Sonoko returning with steaming hot meat patties because of the angle, which caused her to react in a panic.

Seeing this, Wen Shui followed suit, picking up the empty kiwi juice in front of her and pouring the ice cubes from the bottom of the glass into her mouth to chew.

Sonoko Suzuki walked over carrying the shop's signature meat pie, the rich aroma of meat wafting towards you: "Hey, Ran, why do you look so serious?"

"Really?" Ran's eyes darted around evasively, finally settling on the meat pie in Sonoko Suzuki's hand. "I'm actually considering whether or not to eat this. I feel like it's too high in calories and might make me gain weight."

Xiaolan originally wanted to poke her belly with her finger.

But then she suddenly remembered that she still had "accidentally spilled cream" on her legs, and if she hadn't been propping her arm up on the table to hide it, Sonoko would definitely have noticed.

So Xiaolan continued to leisurely stir the ice cubes in her glass with a straw.

Although maintaining this posture while chatting with people seemed a bit strange, Sonoko Suzuki was always oblivious to it, so she didn't take it to heart.

"It's okay if you eat a little less. If you really can't, you can share half with Wenshui." Suzuki Sonoko said, handing the meat pie to Ran and Wenshui respectively, and then sat down in the seat next to Wenshui.

Before Miss Garden could even begin to enjoy her meal, she suddenly widened her eyes and pointed at the cup in Wen Shui's hand:

"Warm water! Why did you eat the pineapple juice I left over, and even the ice cubes?!"

Wen Shui looked down and realized that it really was Suzuki Sonoko's cup. The two cups were placed too close together, and in her panic, Wen Shui accidentally grabbed the wrong one.

Strange, the ice cube tasted like kiwi fruit the moment it touched my tongue. Did my sense of taste fail me?

Sonoko Suzuki glared at Nukamizu with hostility: "Nukamizu-kun, didn't you say you wouldn't steal girls anymore... Ah, it's so hot, so hot!"

Sonoko Suzuki suddenly exclaimed and shook her hand halfway through her sentence.

It turned out that when she questioned Wen Shui earlier, she was somewhat shy and nervous, and in her nervousness, she accidentally crushed the meat pie along with its packaging paper with her hand.

The freshly baked meat patties were already very hot, and the sauce and oil dripped onto Sonoko Suzuki's hands, instantly turning her tender, wheat-colored skin bright red.

Wen Shui quickly grabbed a napkin from the side and handed it over.

Sonoko Suzuki put the meat patty aside, then wiped the sauce off her hands, still feeling a burning pain where the sauce had been.

Wen Shui said softly, "Let's apply some ice. We'll go see if there's a pharmacy nearby later."

As Wen Shui was about to hand over her juice glass, she suddenly realized that Suzuki Sonoko had already eaten most of the ice in her pineapple juice.

So Wen Shui picked up his own kiwi juice and handed it to Suzuki Sonoko: "Uh... I haven't bitten into this yet, and I haven't blown bubbles into it with a straw, so it's very clean."

"Who, who wants to use something you drank from as an ice pack!" Sonoko Suzuki complained as she snatched the cup from Warm Water's hand in a flash.

Just then.

Ran snatched the glass from Sonoko Suzuki's hand even faster: "No, ice soaked in juice may cause skin irritation and infection. I'll go get a clean glass of ice. Sonoko, just bear with it for now."

As she spoke, Xiaolan rushed towards the service counter, forgetting to take the empty cup of warm water with her when she left.

Sonoko Suzuki pouted and whispered her innermost thoughts, which the warm water couldn't hear.

Wen Shui touched her nose, looking apologetic: "I'm sorry, I really wasn't paying attention and accidentally took the wrong one."

"You really didn't do it on purpose?" Sonoko Suzuki asked, gently waving her hand.

Wen Shui: "Of course not. How could I do such a thing to the people around me? That would be too despicable."

"So it's not just people around you?" Sonoko Suzuki caught the loophole in Numizu's words.

Wen Shui: "That's not what I meant... Anyway, please trust me a little more. We're partners in the Lily of the Valley Detective Club."

Just then, Xiaolan returned carrying a small steel basin.

The steel basin, about the size of a washbasin, was filled with ice cubes, allowing people to bury their hands in it for a cold compress. Since the ice cubes were all crushed ice, this was perhaps the most convenient way.

Sonoko Suzuki put her hands into the ice, a comfortable smile spreading across her face: "Ran, you're so kind... Huh? Ran, what are your white socks?"

Xiaolan stood frozen in place, her expression alternating between pale and red.

Wen Shui quickly came to her rescue: "She accidentally dropped some food on it while she was eating."

Wen Shui didn't understand why Xiao Lan cared so much about this, since this was an ice cream shop, and she clearly ordered white cream-flavored ice cream.

It's something that's very easy to explain.

It's not like Sonoko Suzuki found cream stains on my socks on a hospital bed in the infirmary, is it really necessary to be so nervous?

Sonoko Suzuki nodded, then continued to focus on icing her hands.

Xiao Lan breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this, and then, looking at Wen Shui's puzzled expression, she suddenly felt like dumping the whole basin of ice on Wen Shui's head.

Does this guy even understand girls' feelings? It's really hard to say something like this, where he's deliberately imitating Sonoko.

Xiao Lan picked up the meat pie, which had cooled down, and began to eat it heartily.

After taking only a few bites, Xiaolan noticed the resentful look in Suzuki Sonoko's eyes.

"Alright, alright, I'll feed you." Xiaolan sighed, moved the stool next to Suzuki Sonoko, and began to feed Suzuki Sonoko meat patties.

Wen Shui picked up her meat patty and took a bite. The tender beef was just right, and the sauce, mainly made of chili peppers, was incredibly flavorful. Especially after eating so many desserts, this bite was so delicious it was almost unbearable.

While eating, Sonoko Suzuki noticed that Ran kept a straight face and wouldn't look at the warm water.

Wen Shui didn't take it to heart. Knowing Xiao Lan as he did, he figured she was probably just being shy and that's why she was putting on a stern face. She wasn't really angry.

Unexpectedly, Sonoko Suzuki thought Ran was really angry, so she took the initiative to plead for him: "It's okay, Ran. It's not a serious injury. Besides, it's all my fault for being careless."

Besides, this was partly my fault; I shouldn't have been so shocked to see Wen Shuijun secretly eating the girl's ice cubes.

It would be strange if you weren't shocked, right?

Please don't arbitrarily assign me a persona, Wen Shui couldn't help but complain in her heart.

Xiao Lan paused for a moment, then forced a smile: "It's not that. Actually, I just suddenly remembered that Wen Shui left me to investigate a case last time, and I suddenly got a little angry."

"Isn't that thing over already?" Wen Shui asked.

"No." Xiaolan suddenly looked serious. "Words are like blades; once spoken, they become dangerous weapons that can't be taken back."

Wen Shui couldn't help but roll her eyes, thinking to herself, "Don't you know what really happened that day?"

You even tried to spit in my mouth when we were at the Kumamoto warehouse.

However, Wen Shui guessed that Xiao Lan wanted to use this reason to cover up her true intentions, so he cooperated and put on a show.

Seeing this, Sonoko became even more proactive in persuading Ran. On the surface, she was blaming Onami, but in reality, she was using this method to ease the tension between Ran and Onami.

Sonoko winked at Nukumi, then made a promise to Ran on Nukumi's behalf, saying that if he made the same mistake again, he would be temporarily expelled from the Suzuran Detective Club.

Xiaolan felt increasingly sorry for Yuanzi as she listened.

Wen Shui couldn't help but laugh, and then secretly kicked Xiao Lan's shoes under the table with her toes.

Xiaolan could only glare angrily at Wenshui, but dared not respond in front of Yuanzi.

However, the girl had already made up her mind that she had to resolve the conflict as soon as possible with an opportunity and warm water, otherwise she would not be able to bear the inner condemnation if things continued like this.

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After Sonoko Suzuki finished eating the meat pie, she heard the "meal pick-up bell" sound again.

She took her hands out of the ice, stood up with the bowl in her hand, and said, "I'll go thank the waiter here and pick up the food while I'm at it."

Xiaolan: "What did you order this time? Eating too much will make you fat."

"It's okay to indulge a little. My hand is injured today, so eating more will probably help replenish the nutrients in the injured area." Sonoko Suzuki ran over happily.

No sooner had she left than Xiaolan, feeling guilty, launched a soul-searching interrogation of Wenshui.

Let the warm water not let the garden down.

Wen Shui shrugged: "Why would I feel sorry for Sonoko? We have a very good relationship and often share our favorite TV shows."

"You can't let me down either," Xiaolan couldn't help but add, then realized it was a bit too ambiguous and added, "We're a group, so of course we have to stick together."

The girl thought her explanation was reasonable, but the blush on her ears had already betrayed her.

Wen Shui said with deep affection, "Don't worry, I won't let you two down."

"Please don't say things that are so easily misunderstood." Xiaolan couldn't help but rub her forehead. "If someone hears this, they'll really think there's something wrong with the three of us."

Wen Shui touched her nose and didn't continue the topic.

Judging from the current situation, Ran probably can't accept being Sonoko's wing for life, but she wouldn't break off the friendship out of complete rejection just because she heard about it.

As for what will happen in the future, that depends on how things develop. If the trouble with the Black Organization is resolved quickly, there will be time to slowly think about whether it's better to be a twelve-winged archangel or some other kind of angel.