I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

Maybe it's because of his big belly.

The fierce battle in the villa lasted from morning to afternoon, and the location moved from the living room at the beginning to the stairs, then to the bedroom and study, and finally back to the living room after reaching the bathroom.

The angle of sunlight outside the window also changed from vertical to slanting to the west.

"Ha~ha~"

The only sound echoing in the quiet living room was Yukiko's heavy breathing.

At this moment, she was lying on the sofa with her arms and legs spread out, her cheeks flushed, her chest heaving up and down, and she looked completely exhausted.

After all, it was a battle that lasted almost non-stop for four hours. Even a man made of iron would not be able to hold on.

Serabelle also sat on the sofa to one side of her feet, holding a glass in her hand and drinking water silently to replenish her water.

If you say I'm tired, then of course I am a little tired.

It is true that his physical strength and endurance completely crush Yukiko, but the problem is that Yukiko is lazy.

She was lying completely flat for almost three and a half hours out of the four hours, and the remaining half hour was because she felt the need to do so, and her body cooperated subconsciously without listening to her brain.

Especially when her eyes swept over the opened small umbrella on the coffee table, Serabel couldn't help feeling a little helpless.

Although this was the longest battle he and Yukiko had ever had, in fact, they didn't even use up a single box.

To be precise, only one was used.

Ever since she used the first one, Yukiko no longer cared about the small umbrella. The fact was that a fierce duel did not require such low-purity protection measures.

"Here, drink some water."

Serabel moved sideways, took Yukiko's hand and pulled her up from the position where she was lying flat on her back. She moved her back slightly towards him, put one hand around her waist so that her head rested on her shoulder, and brought the cup of water to her mouth.

Yukiko drank all the water in the cup in one breath and let out a long breath.

"Damn it, I still lost. I was planning to give you a lesson today."

"?"

Is now the time to be concerned about this?

Serabelle gently touched her forehead with her cheek: "Don't play like this next time. Just do it in moderation. Otherwise, if you damage your body, you won't be able to play anymore."

"Oh, are you willing to admit that I won this time?"

Yukiko rolled her eyes and said this.

Serabelle asked again, thinking that it was obviously your desire to win that was causing trouble. He had no intention of deciding the winner from the beginning.

"I mean, I wanted to ask you to go downtown today, but how can we go downtown when things are like this?"

"……what?"

Yukiko raised her face and stayed still for a moment, then suddenly blinked.

"Wait wait wait! Ask me to go play downtown, so Bell you mean... invite me on a date? Really?"

"Of course it's true. Why would I lie about something like this?"

Serabelle spread out her only free left hand.

"Wow~ Then I'm at a big loss, right?"

Yukiko slapped her thigh hard, waved her fists and started screaming.

"Date! We must have a date! Let's go now!"

"Come on, Sister Yukiko, how can you go in your current state..."

Serabelle lifted the older girl's legs with her left hand and hugged her to prevent her from moving: "Forget it this time, let's do it next time."

"next time?"

As if she had heard some long-awaited answer, Yukiko's beautiful eyes widened slightly, and her eyes suddenly brightened.

"Next time," Serabelle repeated.

"If there is no commission tomorrow, then I can do it tomorrow, but I guess that's not going to work, right?"

"Oh, that's right..."

Yukiko felt the obvious muscle soreness all over her body, and sighed with a pursed lip.

"I guess it will take two or three days for me to be able to move freely now~"

“This is called no zuo no die.”

Serabel used the strange Chinese English he had learned from the Internet in the past few days.

However, what he didn't expect was that Yukiko actually understood the joke, and her eyes widened when she heard it.

"It's all because of you, Bell!"

"I?"

Serabelle looked confused, not knowing how this big pot fell on her head.

Yukiko took a short breath, and the blush on her cheeks, which had finally faded away, became rosy again. Her eyes avoided a little, and her voice was hesitant.

"Who told you to just do it every time you come here, and then go back not long after you're done? You've never even stayed overnight here before, and it makes me feel like... well, to put it bluntly, like a running buddy!"

"I……"

Serabelle was speechless for a moment.

Although he had never thought about what Yukiko said, such as treating her as a mere running friend, he had to admit that what the former said was indeed true.

"Sorry, I was careless."

"...Hehe, since you've apologized sincerely, Bell, let's just let this matter go!"

Seeing the boy apologize sincerely, Yukiko's previous resentment instantly disappeared, and she generously raised her hand and patted his shoulder to show that she no longer minded.

"But don't forget what we promised just now. Let's go on a date together after I recover. Do you understand?"

"of course."

Serabelle lowered her head and closed the distance, demonstrating her answer with her actions.

After a long time, a ray of silver light suddenly appeared in the air.

Yukiko wrapped her arms around the boy's neck, licked her moist and shiny lips, and looked at him with a gleaming gaze: "Then can we..."

She had just begun to say this when a sudden vibration interrupted her.

Following the sound, I saw the cell phone that Serabelle had placed on the coffee table.

It turned out that there was an incoming call, and the four big characters "Kudo Shinichi" were clearly visible on the caller ID.

"Oh, is it Shin-chan calling?" Yukiko was a little curious.

"I'll take it."

Serabelle said, keeping one hand on the older girl's waist and taking the phone from the coffee table with the other.

connected.

"Hey?"

"Hello? Where are you now?"

Conan's hurried and excited voice came from the other end of the phone.

"I'm...outside."

Serabelle hesitated for a moment and gave a rather ambiguous answer.

You don't necessarily have to say it's in your home.

"But I've just finished my work now, what's up?"

"Something's going on! And it's a big thing!"

Conan's voice was filled with uncontrollable excitement.

"It's hard to explain over the phone. If you're free now, come to my house. I'll be there in about fifteen minutes! That's it!"

"Oh……"

Serabelle responded, then silently hung up the call and turned to Yukiko in her arms.

"Sister Yukiko, your son said he will be here to meet me in fifteen minutes."

"what?"

Yukiko was also stunned for a moment, and after a few seconds of digesting the news, she jumped up from the sofa.

"What are you waiting for? Quick, clean up the battlefield! Oh no, I'll go get dressed first! Forget it, just wipe it first, in case it suddenly leaks out later..."

There was chaos in Kudo's house.

Chapter 313 Yukiko: Too much, it's about to leak out

Fifteen minutes is neither long nor short. It depends on what you use as the standard.

If you just want to sweep the living room, it will take less than five minutes to do a rough sweep.

But if you want to clean up the battlefield, and the scope of this battlefield covers every corner of the entire villa, then time will be more tight.

So a quarter of an hour later, when Conan returned to the big house he had been away from for a long time, he saw Serabelle sitting on the sofa in the living room, holding a cup of tea that looked like it had just been brewed, with white mist rising from the mouth of the cup.

And on another sofa, turned 90 degrees, sat his mother, also holding a teacup in her hand. Her face was still as rosy as that of a girl, her beautiful eyes narrowed into two arcs, and she sat upright with her legs together.

Elegant and dignified.J伔PG

Seeing her own son hitting back, Yukiko waved her hands.

"Haha, after living with Xiaolan for so long, how does it feel to be back home?"

“…What can I feel?”

Conan rolled his eyes a little.

Although he has been living in Uncle Maori's old and shabby office for the past six months, this is after all the home he has lived in for seventeen years since he was a child. There is no comparison between seventeen years and more than half a year.

Besides, it’s not like he never came back after moving in with Uncle Maori!

Forget it, let’s put all that aside for now…but for some reason, the two people on the sofa seemed to be breathing a little faster.

"By the way, Mom, were you exercising just now?" Conan asked suspiciously.

"Well, I guess so."

Under the implicit contemptuous glances from the boy on the sofa on the other side, Yukiko pretended to be serious and nodded.

"Originally I was working out, but Sera-kun told me that you had an appointment with him and he would be coming over soon, so mom quickly cleaned the house."

"What's there to clean up..."

Conan couldn't help but complain.

Logically speaking, people would only clean the house at the last minute when they have guests. He was just returning home, so he was not a guest. Why did he have to clean the house again?

But no matter what, it was my mother's thoughtful gesture. She had already cleaned the house, so it would be a bit disappointing to say this again.

Conan turned to Serabelle, sounding slightly surprised.

"But you came pretty quickly."

Nonsense, because it's already in your house.

Serabelle stared at the ceiling. "Then your mother dragged you to help clean the house."

A drop of cold sweat fell on Conan's forehead.

"Well, my mom is really out of touch sometimes..."

Conan originally wanted to diss his own mother out of sympathy to comfort her, but as soon as he opened his mouth, a certain female devil on the sofa forced him back with a threatening look. He could only raise his hands to show that he surrendered and would not say anything more.

Soon all three of them sat down on the sofa.

Serabel and Yukiko each had a cup, but Conan had nothing.

Looking at the two men taking sips of tea, the old Sherlock Holmes fell into a brief silence.