Conan: Start with three choices, but sequence potion

Chapter 74 Woman, Your Name is Unromantic

When Anhe came out of the bathroom, Miyano Shiho was already half wrapped in the quilt, lying on the bed with a pillow behind her, talking on the phone with Miyano Akemi.

"To be honest, this dress is a little small."

An He stretched his arms and his sleeves were pulled up, exposing a small part of his wrists.

Suzuki Sonoko probably had a misunderstanding about his physique.

"The hair dryer is there, I didn't unplug it." Miyano Shiho moved the phone away, pointed to the small table against the wall, and whispered to him.

An He gave her an "OK" gesture, took the hair dryer to the bathroom to use, and did not disturb her to make a phone call.

After blowing her hair, Anhe returned to the room feeling refreshed. Miyano Shiho had already finished her call.

I don’t know what she talked about with Miyano Akemi, but there was still a blush on her face.

".Ahem."

An He touched his nose and felt that the atmosphere was a little subtle. He didn't know what to say for a moment.

Miyano Shiho laid the pillow flat, curled up in the quilt with her back to him, and Anhe could only see her snow-white neck.

".Remember to turn off the lights."

Her voice was muffled through the quilt.

An He glanced at the quilt that was exclusively occupied by her, and then looked at the small blanket beside the bed that had obviously been opened and then folded back again.

Then he reached out and turned off the light.

The room fell into darkness and it was so quiet that even breathing could be heard.

An He adjusted himself and walked towards the outline of the bed.

Miyano Shiho curled up in the bed. Her whole body was tense and her breathing was a little disordered. She tried her best to suppress it, but it seemed to be of no use.

She didn’t know if it was because the quilt was too warm, but she felt inexplicably hot.

This was the first time in her short 18-year life that she was about to share a bed with a member of the opposite sex. No, this word was a bit too ambiguous. They were just sleeping in the same bed to rest before the next day's hard work.

How close was he?
Miyano Shiho didn't know that her keen perception seemed to be inactivated in this situation. She felt like a mouse injected with hormones, about to walk onto the mysterious experimental table in excessive excitement. She didn't even know whether this experiment had a sufficiently detailed process plan, and whether the researcher conducting the experiment was acting in accordance with laboratory rules and regulations.

Miyano Shiho was considerate enough. She thought about constructing an uncrossable dividing line to protect her sense of security which was actually fragile. But when she took off the small blanket and stood it up in the middle of the bed, she found that the single bed was not very big. In this way, both of them would not be able to sleep all night due to the torture of the narrow space.

And then Awa-kun would have nothing to keep him warm.

So she folded the blanket back together, following the exact same steps as when she had unfolded it, except for aligning the creases meticulously.

She hoped that he wouldn't see through this and infer her panic.

"Bah"

The other half of the bed was suddenly pressed down, which scared Miyano Shiho who was daydreaming, and she accidentally made a sound that made her feel extremely embarrassed and angry.

he came.

There was no need for logic or deduction, she was absolutely sure of this.

Because just by getting close, she could feel the warmth like a raging fire on her back, even through a not-so-thin quilt.

She didn't know whether this was a real objective fact or an illusion caused by hormone secretion?

Until this difficult man spoke up, breaking her confused thoughts and bringing her back to rational reality.

"Mr. Miyano, from the perspective of human rights, I think I should have the right to use a pillow."

Miyano Shiho didn't say anything and pretended to be asleep.

"Can you imagine? The student you are most proud of has no pillow for the whole night, and the next day he can only look at you miserably with his neck tilted."

His funny tone was so vivid that Miyano Shiho couldn't help laughing out loud, then turned around and looked at him with resentful eyes.

Perhaps because the room was too dark, the light in people's eyes seemed particularly bright.

Their eyes met, the lake and amber collided, breaking into ripples. Miyano Shiho was the first to avoid his gaze and gave him half of the pillow.

But this brings up a new problem:

If she chooses to turn her back to Awa-kun, she won't be able to enjoy that half of the pillow.

Miyano Shiho is not the type of person who will admit defeat. Once her desire to win emerges, she suppresses her insignificant shyness.

She simply turned around and looked at An He with a proud and aggressive look.

The quilt wrapped her tightly, like a healthy silkworm, which formed a sharp contrast with her expression. An He couldn't help but laugh.

"What are you laughing at?"

Miyano Shiho asked in a muffled voice with half of her face hidden under the quilt.

"Nothing." This time An He admitted defeat. He stopped looking at her and lay on his back.

"Go to sleep. You've been in meetings all afternoon."

"That seminar was totally meaningless." Speaking of the afternoon seminar, Shiho Miyano couldn't help but complain: "It was nominally to discuss the new conjectures about the cell telomere theory, but in reality it was just a few heavily watered-down papers saying something like 'one plus one equals two'. My decision to refuse the seminar was right."

"Aren't there a few seniors you've been looking forward to for a long time?" An He was curious.

".They were not there at all. They just advertised it this way because the first authors of those papers were their students."

Miyano Shiho could not hide her disappointment. "If it were me, I would not even allow these academic garbage to be published."

An He reflected on his own level and wisely chose not to delve deeper into the topic.

He was just thinking about how to change the subject when he heard a clearly suppressed moan beside him.

"hiss"

An He quickly came back to his senses and turned to look at Miyano Shiho.

"what happened?"

"."

Miyano Shiho's face turned pale almost instantly, and even in the dark it was obvious that something was wrong with her.

"Mr. Miyano?"

Seeing that she didn't reply, An He raised his tone a little.

Then his expression suddenly became strange.

"Wait, is this your period?"

Miyano Shiho curled up into a ball, nodded slightly, and said in a weak voice: "Why are you giving me ice cream?"

"No, you didn't tell me you were on your period, but I saw you were enjoying your meal." An He was speechless.

Perhaps it was the emotional sensitivity caused by menstrual cramps that made Miyano Shiho feel a little aggrieved, and her voice couldn't help but sound a little tearful: "I didn't know it was today."

An smiled peacefully.

"Don't you know when your period is?"

"Oh, that's possible. Lack of sleep and addiction to black coffee all day long, it would be strange if your endocrine system wasn't disrupted."

He quickly realized the crux of the problem.

"I'm really going to have Sister Mingmei confiscate your coffee when we get back, and then monitor your healthy lifestyle."

In this situation, no matter how beautiful the atmosphere is, it will be completely ruined.

An He got up reluctantly and prepared to go to the hotel front desk to ask if they had hot packs, brown sugar, or something like that. If that didn't work, he might have to go to a convenience store.

(End of this chapter)