Conan's Exorcist Detective

Chapter 132 Why are you wearing Xiaolan’s clothes?
Kousaka Haruhiko pushed open the door and saw a fairly spacious bedroom in front of him.

The curtains were drawn, making the light in the room somewhat ambiguous. The largest area was occupied by a double bed covered with white sheets. In addition, all facilities such as cabinets and bedside tables were also available, and the air was filled with the hotel's unique fragrance.

When Haruhiko walked into the room, his eyes were immediately drawn to a pile of clothes on the floor.

The lavender evening dress was scattered on the floor, with a pile of black stockings next to it. Just by looking at it, one could almost feel the remaining body temperature of Sonoko on it.

His gaze continued to move upwards, arriving at the key part—

On the soft, large bed covered with white sheets, Suzuki Sonoko sat on the edge of the bed, her long, beautiful legs, free of the restraints of her stockings, crossed, her bare feet dangling in mid-air. Her toenails were painted aqua blue, Haruhiko's favorite color.

What surprised Haruhiko the most was that Sonoko was wearing a white dress. If he guessed correctly, the familiar style should be the same one worn by Ran Mouri.

But...why did you suddenly change to this?
Haruhiko stood there in confusion.

Seeing Haruhiko's stunned look, Suzuki Sonoko couldn't help but curl up the corners of her mouth in a satisfied arc.

What? I thought this guy was staring at Xiaolan because he was greedy for her body, but it seems he just simply likes this style of clothes. That's easy to deal with, Sonoko thought.

Of course, Haruhiko had no idea what Sonoko was thinking.

He saw Sonoko stand up, holding the hem of her skirt with her fingers and turning around in front of Haruhiko, showing off the pure white dress.

The hem of her skirt lifted up a breeze, bringing the scent of her perfume and hormones from sweating to my face.

The slightly curled toes on her feet showed that she was not as calm as she looked at the moment, but rather a little shy.

Suzuki Sonoko didn't say anything, but the expression on her face made it clear that she wanted Haruhiko to say something.

Haruhiko also felt that he should say something to break the silence, but his mind was always occupied by the fact that this dress looked like the one on Ran Mouri.

So he blurted out -

"Why are you wearing Xiaolan's clothes?"

The smile on Suzuki Sonoko's face froze.

She loosened her hands that were holding the hem of her skirt and clenched them into fists, and a vein in the shape of a # seemed to pop out on her forehead.

Haruhiko immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing.

How could she mention another woman at a time like this? Not even her best friend!

Just as Haruhiko was about to open his mouth to explain, Suzuki Sonoko counterattacked—

"You unromantic bastard!!"

Sonoko's long white legs lifted the hem of her dress, and she raised her foot and kicked directly at his chest.

I have to say that this move has some of the style of Ran Mouri, perhaps because Sonoko also practiced in the karate club for a few days.

But it only looks like that.

It was completely lacking in lethality, and Haruhiko could easily dodge it or grab her soft feet.

But Haruhiko thought about it and felt that it would be better not to resist, after all, it was he who had just said something inappropriate.

And seeing that Yuanzi looked a little ashamed and angry, if she wasn't allowed to vent, it would probably not end well.

Just let her have the shot, it won’t hurt much anyway.

So Haruhiko took a deep breath, tensed his muscles, and tried to withstand the attack.

I don’t know if Suzuki Sonoko didn’t dare to use her strength because she was worried that he would get hurt, or if she was really not very good at karate.

In short, her attack on Haruhiko's chest was weak and failed to shake him at all.

Because it was still a hot summer day, Haruhiko was only wearing a shirt, and the thin fabric of the shirt could not block the touch of Suzuki Sonoko's soft little feet.

I don’t know if it was because the weather was too hot or because Suzuki Sonoko was nervous, but the soles of her feet were sweating a lot. Haruhiko could clearly feel the warm, moist, yet very soft touch through his shirt.

Time seemed to freeze at the moment when Sonoko used a standard karate kick to hit Haruhiko in the chest.

But there is no way to freeze in this moment.

Because Sonoko had not undergone rigorous training, she was unable to keep her legs in the standard karate kicking posture for a long time.

If it were Ran Mouri, she would probably have no problem maintaining this posture for the whole morning.

Not a few seconds passed.

Suzuki Sonoko's legs could no longer support her body, she lost balance, and her feet that were pressed against Haruhiko's chest slipped off.

Haruhiko lowered his head and looked at her snow-white toes painted with aqua blue nail polish, sliding down from his chest all the way down——

It slid across his ribs, the buttons of his shirt, his angular abdominal muscles, and finally launched a suicidal attack on the source of evil.

Haruhiko was shocked.

If they collide, wouldn't it be like thunder from heaven igniting fire from earth, causing a world-destroying catastrophe?
In a flash, Haruhiko came up with an idea.

He pretended to be kicked down by Suzuki Sonoko's attack and his body flew backwards.

Although it looked a little embarrassing, fortunately it averted the potential embarrassment.

Suzuki Sonoko's toes brushed against the hem of his shirt, and Haruhiko breathed a sigh of relief, but his back also hit the floor with a dull thud.

There was pain in his back, but this level of pain was nothing to him.

But at times like this, it’s better to just lie on the ground for a while, right?
Pretending to be in pain might help dissipate some of the anger in Sonoko's heart.

Thinking of this, Haruhiko immediately pretended to be in pain, curled up his body and turned his face to the side.

The action made him look like a boiled crayfish.

In fact, he originally wanted to cover his chest with his hands, but he was holding Suzuki Sonoko's white sandals in his hand, so he had to hold the shoes to his chest instead.

But this should be fine, right? Please let me get up quickly, kind Miss Sonoko, Haruhiko prayed in his heart.

at this time--

Ok?
The soft fabric rubbed against my cheek, and a faint fragrance penetrated my nostrils.

Looking closely, it turned out to be the lavender evening dress scattered on the ground.

Damn it, why did I fall in a place like this?

Wouldn't it be like he deliberately put his face on Sonoko's clothes? Wouldn't that be misunderstood?

Haruhiko quickly turned his body to the other side.

Ok?
The silky touch rubbed against the tip of his nose.

Looking closely, I found that they were the black stockings taken off by Suzuki Sonoko.

Damn it, God, are you against me?
Haruhiko immediately turned his face to the front.

But suddenly, a faint fragrance entered my nose.

Haruhiko paused.

He wondered, hadn't Yuanzi just run around the party for a long time in high heels? Logically, wearing those shoes would make your feet sweat a lot, and the smell would probably be unbearably sour.

But...why is it a fragrance?

Is it true that in this scientific world, beautiful girls really have unique bonuses?
Out of curiosity about the unknown, Haruhiko put his nose forward and took a deep breath. A unique sweet scent, stronger than before, entered his nostrils.

"Does it smell good?"

Sonoko's cold voice came from above. From this angle, her voice seemed imbued with a majestic aura, like that of a god high above. Haruhiko quickly turned his head, tilting his head upwards and offering her a harmless smile. "My chest hurts."

"Stop pretending. I didn't use any strength at all." Yuanzi exposed his lie.

"But it will hurt if it hits the floor." Haruhiko retorted, trying to struggle to stand up, but was stopped by Suzuki Sonoko.

The way of blocking is also very special.

Sonoko looked down at him and put her foot on his chest. Of course, this time she controlled herself and did not touch Haruhiko's body. Instead, she used her toes painted with aqua blue nail polish to lift up the white sandals in Haruhiko's arms.

"Huh? What for?" Haruhiko looked confused.

"Put on shoes."

Haruhiko's pupils widened slightly. He looked at the white sandals in his arms that Sonoko had straightened with her feet, and a bold guess arose in his mind.

Did she intend to use him as a human meat cushion?
Haruhiko was speechless, thinking that this young lady really treated him as a servant?
He wanted to refuse, but then he thought that he had just said the wrong thing, so forget it, just consider it as making up for the mistake.

While Haruhiko was daydreaming, Sonoko had already put her feet into the white sandals, but the straps of these shoes were too loose and she couldn't put them on without the help of her hands.

Suzuki Sonoko tried several times but failed.

Haruhiko really couldn't bear to see her wreaking havoc on his chest. Although the shoes in the shoe cabinet had been treated and there was not a speck of dust on the soles, it was uncomfortable to always maintain this posture because the floor was so cold.

So he grabbed Suzuki Sonoko's ankle and tried to help her put on her shoes and quickly end the farce.

"Yeah~"

Sonoko exclaimed.

Haruhiko looked up at her in confusion, but found that Suzuki Sonoko still had a stern face, as if the voice just now was not made by her.

Haruhiko used his fingers to stretch the straps of her sandals, and Suzuki Sonoko understood and stepped her feet in. Haruhiko then helped her fasten the straps of her shoes.

With the perfect cooperation of the two, one shoe was put on quickly.

Haruhiko picked up the other sandal, intending to finish the job quickly, but he noticed that Suzuki Sonoko took a step back.

"What's wrong?" Haruhiko sat up, supporting himself with one hand on the cold floor.

Sonoko whispered, "I, I can do it myself."

Haruhiko was stunned for a moment, then his eyes fell on her slightly red cheeks. What was he thinking? So you're not so calm either.

Under normal circumstances, Haruhiko would definitely throw the shoes to Sonoko and let her wear them herself.

But seeing Suzuki Sonoko, who had just taken the initiative like a queen, suddenly become a young beast at the mercy of others, Haruhiko felt a sense of evil amusement in his heart.

"That won't do. I have obsessive-compulsive disorder and I feel uncomfortable if I don't finish something." Haruhiko said as he grabbed Suzuki Sonoko's other little foot that was on the floor.

"I told you not to...ah~" Sonoko tried to dodge but failed.

When Haruhiko caught her weak spot, she lost her balance and fell backwards.

Fortunately, there was a soft and large bed behind her, so she would not be hurt.

Haruhiko held onto her elastic and lively little Ai's foot and put the other shoe on regardless of her struggles. Of course, the process was accompanied by Sonoko's fierce struggles and angry scolding, but the result was still quite satisfactory.

The matter has come to an end.

Sonoko stood in front of the fitting mirror and adjusted her clothes.

Haruhiko sat on the bed and enjoyed the scene.

Suzuki Sonoko is 167cm tall, which is actually quite tall among female high school students, but perhaps because she was born with a small frame, she gives people a petite and cute feeling.

Her delicate shoulders were exposed to the air, the white dress outlined the perfect back curve, and two thin and straight legs were revealed under the skirt.

Haruhiko looked at his reflection in the mirror and couldn't help but admire it. He didn't expect that this white dress and the unremarkable sandals would produce a wonderful chemical reaction.

In an instant, Suzuki Sonoko went from being the radiant young lady at the party to being the well-behaved and lovely girl next door.

She is the type who is easy to bully. If you pinch her cheek gently with your hands, she will pout her lips and look at you with aggrieved eyes with her big watery eyes.

At this time, the bedroom curtains had been drawn, and the soft sunlight fell on her cheek through the glass window, creating a wonderful "Tyndall effect".

"Is it beautiful?" Yuanzi asked without turning her head.

"It's breathtakingly beautiful." Haruhiko was generous with his praise.

Yuanzi turned around, raised her delicate nose and said, "Slippery talk, I don't believe it."

Haruhiko smiled and then asked, "By the way, you didn't call me here to watch you change clothes, did you?"

"That's not the case." Yuanzi rolled her eyes at him. "And don't make your words sound so disgusting. Who would want to be watched changing clothes by you?"

Haruhiko clicked his tongue inwardly.

Yuanzi walked to the closet, opened the door and searched for something inside: "I want you to accompany me for a while. After all, this is your duty as a follower."

Haruhiko asked curiously, "Where are we going?"

Sonoko placed her slender finger between her lips and said mysteriously, "You'll know when you get there."

Although Haruhiko was very curious, he didn't ask any further questions. It was actually nice to maintain this little sense of anticipation.

Then Sonoko took out a sun hat from the closet. After putting it on, the pure aura of her like a comic girl became even stronger.

The two came out of the room and the corridor was still silent.

Sonoko took him out of the elevator on the other side and didn't meet any acquaintances along the way.

After coming out of the Suzuki Building, Yuanzi walked on the road with light steps, like a small animal returning to the embrace of nature.

At this time, a gust of wind blew.

Suzuki Sonoko pressed one hand on her white dress and held her straw hat with the other. The wind blew her skirt up, and her snow-white thighs were faintly visible between the hem of the skirt.

She really looks like a girl from a comic book, Haruhiko thought to himself.

"Why are you looking at me with such strange eyes?" Suzuki Sonoko held up the hem of her skirt with a suspicious look on her face. "Did you see something?"

She seemed to be hinting at something.

"Absolutely not." Haruhiko quickly explained, while complaining in his mind - isn't it a bit late for you to think of this now? I saw it when I was helping you put on your shoes just now.

I didn’t expect it to be a teddy bear pattern. It seems that Sonoko still has a childlike heart.

The two continued walking forward, but the further they walked, the more familiar the road seemed to Haruhiko.

Then he suddenly remembered, wasn't this the same path he'd walked with Huiyuan Ai last night? If he continued walking in this direction, his destination would indeed be the Sakura Tunnel.

It turns out that Yuanzi secretly wanted to go to the cherry blossom tunnel. It seems that girls are no exception to this kind of romantic thing.

Although Haruhiko guessed it, he didn't say it out loud when he saw Sonoko's excitement. Instead, he pretended to be expectant.

The cherry blossom tunnel is not far from the Suzuki Building. After walking for a while, the two saw the gorgeous cherry blossoms flying all over the sky.

But they never expected that when they stood at the entrance of the cherry blossom tunnel——

"What? Can't get in?"

Suzuki Sonoko stared at the scene in front of her with wide eyes, pouted her lips and said to Haruhiko, "Think of a solution."

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