Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

While the two were talking, the kids from the Junior Detective Club had already laid out towels and tennis bags on the ground, used them as pillows, and started taking a nap.

Even Conan, exhausted from retrieving balls all morning, took off his glasses and rested on the towel Ayumi had used to recharge.

Wen Shui pointed to the pink towel used for wiping sweat: "That's the one Ayumi used, right? Those two brats aren't dating, are they?"

"Don't talk nonsense, Ayumi is still young," Ai Haibara scolded.

However, she looked at Conan with some confusion and bewilderment. Thinking about it carefully, Conan and Ayumi's relationship seemed to have become much closer than before.

Could it be that... Conan felt he had no chance against warm water, so he gave up on Ran and chose Ayumi, who was more suitable for his current situation?

Ai Haibara was startled.

No way, what if he gives up on me? Wouldn't that just be a simple matter of getting what I want with lukewarm water?!

Wait a minute, we should be thinking about Ayumi's problem more right now. Ayumi is different from her!

With Wen Shui by her side, Ai Haibara temporarily suppressed her doubts and decided to find an opportunity to ask Conan what was going on that evening.

Seeing that everyone was lying down to rest, Wen Shui leaned back and lay down in the shade by the court.

"Wait a minute." Ai Haibara stopped him, then folded the remaining towel into a square shape. "Use this as a cushion. Even though it's hot, it's still uncomfortable to rest your head on your arm for too long."

Wen Shui asked in confusion, "Then what do you use as a pillow?"

He originally thought Ai Haibara was going to use this towel as a pillow, but he didn't expect that she would give it to him.

A faint smile appeared on Ai Haibara's lips.

Wen Shui sighed, "I just can't do anything with you. You'd better cook me something delicious tonight."

"Alright, we won't treat you badly. After we help Ayumi pick up her Girls' Day doll, we'll go to the nearby store to buy groceries," said Ai Haibara.

Wen Shui thought that she would probably be involved in the case later, and by the time it was over, it might not even be long before something happened.

Forget it, if all else fails, I'll just go to the convenience store on the street and buy two meat buns.

Afterwards, Wen Shui lay down on the floor of the tennis court's rest area, her head resting on a pillow that was filled with a faint fragrance. Before her eyes was a clear blue sky, and the quiet tennis court was occasionally punctuated by the crisp chirping of birds and the sounds of cars driving on the street in the distance.

A feeling of pressure came from my abdomen.

Wen Shui looked down and saw that it was Ai Haibara sitting on him, taking off her shoes.

The warm water was startled.

He had assumed Ai Haibara would use his thigh or stomach as a pillow, but it seems that Ai doesn't intend to do so.

Ai Haibara felt a little embarrassed by the warm water, and explained while taking off her shoes with her head down, "The ground is cold and a bit hard. I don't like sleeping on a hard bed, so I'll just use your chest for now."

Wen Shui nodded subconsciously: "Ah, I'm fine."

His gaze also fell on Ai Haibara's fair calves.

To make tennis practice easier, Ai Haibara didn't wear the tennis skirt that Onami bought for her, but her clothes were still very light and comfortable.

She wore a tight-fitting sports vest on top and khaki shorts that reached about 15 centimeters above her knees. Because she didn't like exercising much, her slender calves were exceptionally fair and tender.

She wore white cotton socks around her ankles, and her pink and white sneakers had magical girl patterns on them, clearly a cute style bought to match her status.

After taking off her sneakers, Ai Haibara rested her heels on the shoe uppers, her delicate, budding toes wiggling gently, and a look of blissful relief spread across her face.

Because Ai had just practiced with Ayumi for a long time, her soft little feet, wrapped in white socks, exuded a charming fragrance.

"Huh, your expression is suspicious." Ai Haibara turned to look at Wen Shui.

Wen Shui touched her nose: "No, no, I'm thinking about what to eat tonight."

"Really? But I always feel like you..." Ai Haibara glanced at Ayumi's side and found that the kids were all asleep. She simply turned around and placed her warm, soft little feet on Wen Shui's chest. "I always feel like you, Wen Shui, are expecting something."

"Stop messing around, those kids might wake up at any moment."

Wen Shui tried to persuade her, but her gaze couldn't help but fall on Ai Haibara's slender, white legs.

Ai Haibara's body is very light, feeling almost as light as Ayumi's rag doll.

So even if all the weight is on the warm water, it won't make you feel uncomfortable. It feels more like your cat is taking a nap on you.

It allows one to focus more attention on the soft, fragrant little feet that are so close at hand.

Wen Shui subconsciously tried to take a deep breath to calm herself down, but found that all she could smell in her lungs was Ai Haibara's scent, and a dizzying feeling washed over her.

Ai Haibara chuckled softly, "Your heart is beating faster now."

"Heartbeat...?"

Only then did Wen Shui realize that Ai Haibara's soft sole was pressing right against his heart.

"Who uses this to test someone's heart?" Wen Shui grabbed her slender ankle. "Alright, aren't you sleepy? Go take a nap."

Ai Haibara looked at him with some surprise: "I thought you would use the excuse of being a 'sparring partner' to massage the muscles in my feet."

"We'll talk about it tonight, I'm a little sleepy now." Wen Shui patted Xiao Ai's knee, gesturing for her to lie down.

Actually, Wen Shui wasn't unmoved. Playing with Ai's soft little feet on a pleasant afternoon was definitely within his area of ​​interest.

However, on his way here in the morning, he heard from Conan that Ran might come over at noon to bring these kids some mung bean soup to cool them down in the summer.

Considering the significant breakthrough in his relationship with Xiaolan, Wen Shui felt it was better to be cautious.

Ai Haibara was just joking with Nuwa, and she was too embarrassed to do anything too outrageous with Nuwa when Ayumi and the others were around.

Ai Haibara placed her small, fair hands on Wen Shui's body, turned her body around, and curled up, resting her cheek on Wen Shui's chest.

Warm water reached out and gently tidied up the slightly messy strands of hair on Ai Haibara's forehead and around her ears.

Then, unable to resist, he kissed Ai's fair and delicate face.

Ai Haibara glared at Wen Shui, and after realizing he wasn't making any further moves, she closed her eyes and quickly drifted off to sleep.

It seems that Ai Haibara will no longer jump up and dance on him for this level of intimate contact. Warm water gently placed her hands on Ai's shoulders and closed her eyes.

Soon, Wenshui also drifted off to sleep.

In his dream, he found that Ai Haibara, whose body had returned to Sherry's, was wearing a pure white wedding dress and stormed into the headquarters of the Black Organization with him.

After taking down Gin and Vodka, Ai Haibara personally shot and killed the Black Organization boss who had caused her family's demise.

Then the two stood among the corpses and passionately kissed.

It has to be said that this scene would be quite vivid if it were placed in the climax of a movie. If Wen Shui were to consciously break free from the dream, she would probably immediately think of it as being related to the movie she had watched not long ago.

But he's in a dream right now and can't think actively.

All he could do and wanted to do was hold Shirley tightly in his arms and desperately try to take her soft lips.

Dream experiences can influence reality to some extent, though in different ways.

Conversely, the real world also influences the content of human dreams to some extent.

Ai Haibara dreamt that she and Nuku went for a bike ride to the countryside to relax, but the bike broke down halfway there. The pedals broke for some reason, leaving only the metal cranks inside.

In order to reach the lakeside for a picnic, Ai Haibara had no choice but to continue pedaling on the metal cranks of her bicycle.

As time went on, Ai Haibara noticed that the metal on the soles of her feet was getting hot, and she started sweating. She also vaguely heard Ran calling her name.

"Ai..."

Ai Haibara snapped out of her daze, sat up from the warm water, and saw Ran Mouri not far away, carrying a thermos of mung bean soup, running from the entrance of the tennis court toward them.

Then, she looked down.

She discovered the "Warm Water" brand bicycle that had tormented her for several kilometers in her dream.

Chapter 241 Ran: What Ai can do, I can do too...

Because it was a day off, Xiaolan got up very early.

She first sent Wen Shui a good morning message as usual, and then sat on the bed for a long time without receiving a reply. She guessed that Wen Shui had probably stayed up late writing the script again last night.

Xiaolan got out of bed, stretched, and then walked barefoot to the mirror.

Looking at herself in the mirror, her hair was a little messy after sleeping all night, but her complexion was not bad. The graceful curves under her bear pajamas were gradually taking on the shape of Eri Kisaki.

"Okay, let's make mung bean soup to treat Wenshui today."

Xiao Lan cheered herself up with great enthusiasm, then quickly changed into her sportswear and went to the kitchen to soak mung beans in water.

Ran already knew last night that Conan and the others were going to have tennis practice today, and that Wen Shui had been dragged into being a sparring partner, so she had planned to make bento boxes for them to eat.

Ran had originally planned to practice together, but Kogoro Mouri had to go out in the morning, so a client who had made an appointment a long time ago had to be left to Ran to handle.

But it's okay, compared to practicing with warm water.

Sending a love-filled bento box to someone you like is a way to show affection, and isn't that how it's always portrayed in movies?

Xiaolan hummed a song in a cheerful mood and took out the ingredients for breakfast from the refrigerator.

The breakfasts at the Mori family's house have improved significantly since Conan started staying there. After all, Conan is at an age where he needs to grow, so his nutrition must be adequate. Not to mention, the boarding fee sent by Ms. Fumiyo Edogawa is quite substantial.

Today's breakfast is seafood and vegetable porridge, along with a fried egg and miso soup.

Japanese people love to drink miso soup, and their usual breakfast is dry rice. However, since Onami joined the Mori family's life, his eating habits have also influenced Ran and the others to some extent. In particular, Ran always subconsciously makes Onami's favorite foods.

Steamed buns, white porridge, fried dumplings... these kinds of Chinese dishes were gradually accepted by Kogoro Mouri and Conan.

However, recently, every time Conan eats breakfast, while enjoying the breakfast that Ran prepares for him, he feels a strange unease.

Xiaolan cut the shrimp open with a knife, peeled out the shrimp meat, and then put it in a bowl for later use.

After chopping the vegetables and starting the porridge, I glanced at the time; it wasn't even 7 a.m. yet.

She came out of the kitchen and went to the second-floor lobby of the detective agency, where she saw Kogoro Mouri fast asleep behind his desk, and an interview video of Yoko Okino was playing on the TV.

The good news is that there are only two overturned beer cans on the desk.

However, the ashtray was almost overflowing with cigarette butts, and the ones that couldn't fit were even thrown into empty soda cans.

Xiaolan's expression turned somewhat unpleasant. She walked over and slammed her hand on the table: "Dad, didn't I tell you that you should go to your room to sleep!"

Kogoro Mouri suddenly woke up with a start: "Where is she? Where is Yoko?"

A faint blue vein appeared on Xiaolan's forehead, and her expression was unfriendly.

Only then did Uncle Mori realize what was happening, and he yawned: "Damn it, were you trying to scare your old man to death?!"

"Why are you sleeping here again? And you've smoked so much. Didn't I tell you that sleeping here is bad for your spine..." Xiaolan started nagging.