Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

Listening to the fierce-sounding conversation coming from the kitchen, Wen Shui suddenly felt a little worried that something terrible, like a "rib soup murder," might happen.

"I...I'm going to start." Xiaolan knelt down next to Wenshui, her slender, white legs pressing shallow dents into the sheets.

"Thank you for your help." Wen Shui's voice was a little hoarse.

Xiaolan used her fair and soft hands to pinch the bones of Wenshui's shoulder, and then began to knead the tense muscles around the shoulder.

The anticipated romantic and ambiguous relationship did not occur.

Xiao Lan gave Wen Shui a serious massage, and her technique was really good; it felt like she had reached the level of a professional massage therapist.

Wen Shui's restless thoughts gradually calmed down under Xiao Lan's soft little hands.

He seemed to have forgotten all the troubles of the world.

Focus on feeling the wave of relaxation wash over you.

Because Xiaolan's massage was so comfortable, Wenshui drifted into a half-asleep, half-awake state.

He dreamt of a heartwarming scene where, after a long day of hard work, he returned home to his young wife's gentle massage, which soothed his physical and mental exhaustion.

Before long, the mischievous child also came over, holding a bamboo dragonfly toy in his hand, and jumped and bounced on his father's back.

This time, all that remained was pain, but the child was, after all, the fruit of their love, and a tender smile appeared on Wen Shui's face...

Huh? Wait a minute, what's with this "naughty child" thing?

Wen Shui suddenly woke up from her sleep and found that the weight on her back was more than twice as heavy as before.

He turned around and saw that Sonoko Suzuki had somehow run over and was standing barefoot on his back. Ran, standing beside him, looked completely helpless.

"What are you doing?" Wen Shui exclaimed in surprise.

Sonoko Suzuki: "Revenge."

"Revenge?"

“That’s right, you almost stomped me to death last night, I won’t let you off so easily,” Sonoko Suzuki said.

Wen Shui: "But I did it to save Xiao Lan."

“I know, so as Xiaolan’s best friend, I’ve decided to thank you by giving you a back massage.”

As Sonoko Suzuki spoke, she lightly stomped her bare, white feet on the warm water a few times.

Through the short-sleeved shirt, Wen Shui could clearly feel the softness of the delicate soles of her feet.

The evening sunlight streamed through the glass window and fell on Sonoko Suzuki's healthy, wheat-colored skin, highlighting the distinct tan lines on her ankles.

At that moment, Ai Haibara appeared in the doorway with a soup spoon and said coldly, "Sonoko-kun, didn't you say you were going to call home and say you'd be home late? Why are you here?"

Sonoko Suzuki was speechless.

Because the ribs needed to stew for a while, Yuanzi was initially planning to call home and say she would be home late that day.

But when I saw the expression of enjoyment on Wen Shui's face as Xiao Lan massaged his shoulders...

For some reason, she suddenly felt a strong urge to get involved.

Sonoko Suzuki's eyes darted around: "I-I'm signing a contract with Nukumizu. This is a ritual that our detective club does every now and then to maintain the intimacy between the members."

"How come I didn't know about that kind of ritual?" Wen Shui immediately wanted to retort. But he noticed that Suzuki Sonoko had somehow made a threatening gesture by dangling one of her legs in mid-air.

Quickly bury your face in warm water under the pillow to avoid ingesting anything unclean.

Ai Haibara didn't take it seriously at first. She just came to inform them that the pork rib soup would take a while to prepare and asked if they wanted to discuss the case of the Slit-Mouthed Woman first.

But upon hearing the word "contract," Ai Haibara immediately became a little unhappy.

When I signed the contract with Wen Shui and Shu, that bastard personally promised that he would only cooperate with her and that if I wanted to break the contract, I would have to give her notice in advance.

Just like lab mice, they were branded with her mark from the moment they entered her isolation chamber.

Mice that attempt to escape will be punished by being given a new drug with unknown effects.

"Since it's the Detective Club's ceremony, I'll just do as the Romans do and reluctantly participate." Ai Haibara walked over with light steps, her long, beautiful legs, encased in black stockings, revealing glimpses of flesh.

Wen Shui's weight has increased considerably.

A sporty girl's soft, bare feet, fresh from a shower, and her motherly girlfriend's seemingly worn-out black stockings, appear in the same space.

They collided and released a soft fragrance.

To Wen Shui's surprise, both Ai Haibara and Sonoko Suzuki were unexpectedly light, like two playful kittens dancing on his back.

The soft soles of my feet gently pulsated, bringing a subtle sensation completely different from Xiaolan's massage.

The pressure suddenly fell on Xiaolan.

Xiao Lan actually wanted to take the opportunity of massaging Wen Shui's shoulders to repay the favor Wen Shui had done by saving her from the bandage monster twice.

Unexpectedly, Sonoko and Ai Haibara disrupted their plans.

Although Xiaolan couldn't see Wenshui's expression from her angle, given his fondness for girls' legs, his shoulder massage would probably easily be outshone by hers, right?

Xiao Lan recalled the scene in her mind when she was attacked by the bandaged monster, and Wen Shui selflessly stood in front of her.

The girl gently bit her lip.

Since that's the case, we have no choice but to use that tactic to turn the situation around.

Chapter 46 Ran's lap pillow, then Ai steps on her tail (Please subscribe!)

Warm Water was hesitating whether to enjoy a little bit of Sherry's...

Oh wait, Ai Haibara hasn't turned into a child yet.

Considering the huge difference in their body sizes, let's call these two brown-haired girls Medium Sherry and Extra Large Sherry for now.

In short, Wen Shui was considering whether to lie face down on the pillow and pretend to be dead, enjoying a back massage from the two Shirleys.

After all, he's been bothered by Ai Haibara and Sonoko Suzuki quite a bit, so it's not a bad thing to ask them for a little something in return in this way.

However, just as this thought crossed her mind, Wen Shui was dragged to the ground by Xiao Lan.

Ran Mouri's physical strength has always been a mystery to warm water.

Xiaolan can sometimes unleash superhuman physical abilities, but in tests like running, she performs much like an ordinary girl.

It seems that Xiaolan's physical condition changes in accordance with her mood.

Just like Conan's "power-enhancing shoes," it can automatically choose whether to knock the criminal unconscious or kick the satellite down, depending on the strength of the criminal.

Perhaps this is the unique charm of the world of "Detective Conan".

Clearly, after seeing Wen Shui being trampled underfoot by her best friend and the philandering cat, Xiao Lan unleashed an unprecedented surge of power.

After rescuing Wen Shui from the cat's feet, Xiao Lan earnestly explained that she was very grateful to Wen Shui for saving her twice from the bandaged monster's attacks and wanted to repay Wen Shui's kindness with her actions.

Wen Shui exclaimed in surprise, "What? You want me to use your lap as a pillow?"

"It's ear cleaning," Xiaolan corrected.

"Although I know that a life-saving debt cannot be repaid easily, if I do nothing, I will keep it in my heart and I didn't sleep well last night. So, to make me feel better, this is an option I can't refuse."

Xiaolan took a deep breath and blurted out everything on her mind.

A hint of melancholy flashed in Sonoko Suzuki's eyes. She hadn't been saved by lukewarm water, so naturally she had no reason to...

No, no! Miss Suzuki suddenly realized that she was just taking revenge for what happened last night, which was why she jumped on Wen Shui and stomped on her.

A blush crept across Sonoko Suzuki's delicate face.

What a despicable guy, he's made me think about weird things again.

Sonoko Suzuki felt a pang of regret; she should have just made up some excuse and shoved her foot into that guy's mouth.

Ai Haibara, sitting on the edge of the bed, was saved by Nuku while crossing the bridge, but Usagi-chan had already paid a heavy price. Now, Ai Haibara feels that if her body can't return to its previous state, she absolutely must settle the score with Nuku.

Faced with Xiaolan's request, Wenshui thought it over and considered it for a while.

In the end, she nodded in agreement.

It's not that he's particularly looking forward to a beautiful girl's lap pillow; it's mainly that Wen Shui knows Xiao Lan's personality. If he keeps letting her keep it bottled up inside, it might really develop feelings that he can't handle.

Wen Shui is still under the control of the Black Organization and does not yet have the right to freely fall in love.

But it's just knee... uh, just picking your ear shouldn't be a problem.

Thus, the detective club's extracurricular activities changed from discussing clues about the Slit-Mouthed Woman serial murder case to back-stepping experience cards, and finally to having their ears cleaned by the captain of the karate club.

Ran knelt on the tatami mat, her back to the window.

The setting sun shone into the room from the side, casting an orange glow on her delicate skin and giving her long, slender hair a soft halo.

Bathed in the glow of the setting sun, the outline of Xiaolan's underwear was faintly visible beneath her white shirt.

Because Xiaolan changed into a pair of white ankle socks when she got home, after she smoothed out her pink plaid pleated skirt on her legs...

The pillow that appeared before Wen Shui's eyes was half skirt fabric and half snow-white thigh skin.

Wenshui lay on her side on the tatami mat and then rested her face near Xiaolan's knees.

It wasn't that Wen Shui wanted to deliberately feel that delicate skin; it was just that the part above the knees, covered by the skirt, was more dangerous to touch.

"Move up a bit, so I can't see inside your ear."

Xiao Lan proactively lifted his chin with the warm water, like a nurse checking his teeth, and secured him to the "operating chair".

The warm water added a layer of sensation to the touch of my cheeks.

Xiaolan must have just changed her clothes; the fabric against her warm face faintly smelled of clean laundry detergent.

The fabric of the pleated skirt was silky and soft, and after being moistened by the girl's body heat, it felt like a cotton quilt that had just been sun-dried.

You can faintly smell the sunshine when you lie on it.

It makes you want to let go of all your worries and fall into a deep sleep.

But when this thought popped into her head, Xiaolan's smooth and delicate thigh skin would pull Wenshui's thoughts back to reality.

"Okay, I'm going to start now."

Xiaolan suddenly said something a little loudly, and then took out an ear pick.

Wen Shui suddenly realized that she hadn't asked her where the ear pick was, but had just magically produced one.