Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

At this point, Ran Mouri paused for a moment, "Although I often can't catch any fish..."

Qingze: "..."

You can omit this sentence.

He lowered his head, picked up a piece of meat, put it in his mouth, and ground his molars hard.

Ran Mouri continued, and Aozawa's voice rang out in the living room, earnest and powerful:

“I lost my parents, I lost my adoptive father. My first half of life was a series of losses. I built thick walls around myself and isolated myself from the outside world. My life seemed to have come to a standstill.”

"Our meeting was an accident. She was like a hand that pulled me out of a dead world. Because of her, my world regained its color..."

"Unconsciously, she has become the most important person to me, someone I cannot lose and cannot afford to lose."

"I really like her. Seeing her fills me with joy, and I can't help but imagine everything that will happen between us in the future..."

"I know you two are worried. There is a big age and living environment gap between me and Xiaolan, but it's not a big deal."

"I don't want to rush into a relationship and make it look like an impulsive decision."

"But I want you to know my feelings, to know how I feel about Xiaolan."

Qingze's toes were clenched, his head was lowered, and his ears and even his face were really burning hot.

Help.

For the first time, he felt that his skin wasn't thick enough, and he was actually burning with shame.

Looking at Qingze, who was still keeping his head down, and feeling the increasing pressure on her legs, Ran chuckled softly, looked at her parents, and continued:

"These words may sound vague, but I think time will tell whether what I'm saying is true."

"I will make you accept me and be willing to hand Xiaolan over to me, and until then, I will keep my distance."

Chapter 314 Can You Let Me Go Now?

Ran Mouri's heartfelt words were spoken with such seriousness and sincerity that even Kogoro Mouri couldn't bring himself to refuse.

Even the suspicions about Aozawa caused by Amuro Tooru dissipated in these heartfelt words.

Seeing her husband's softened expression and her daughter's face flushed red, Eri Kisaki picked up her glass and took a sip.

This wine is really good.

Qingze didn't dare to look up because her face was burning hot.

How come Ran Mouri is so good at talking?

He felt that if he were Kogoro Mouri, he would have been convinced.

Kogoro Mouri patted "Aozawa" heavily on the shoulder, showing considerable approval of his future son-in-law.

"Remember what you said. If you dare to go back on your word, I'll make you pay!"

The meal was quickly finished, and Aozawa watched as Kogoro Mouri pulled "himself" to drink, one cup after another.

After finishing the red wine, he switched to beer, and after finishing the beer, he took out the bottle of cognac he had brought last time, determined not to stop until he got "Qingze" drunk.

Ran Mouri drinks alcohol just like she drinks water, except that she gets very full after drinking too much.

Kogoro Mouri, his face flushed, looked at Aozawa, who seemed completely unaffected, and began to question his existence.

How come you can drink so much?

Ran Mouri scratched her head; she didn't know either.

She can't drink anymore, she'll burst if she drinks any more.

She pretended to be a little drunk and held her head.

"Maybe I'm just naturally gifted, I don't usually drink much."

"Stop drinking!"

Qingze took the remaining half bottle of brandy off the table and cleaned up the dining table.

"It's getting late, I should take my leave."

Ran Mouri stood up, ready to leave.

"Did you come here on a motorcycle? Let me take you home. You've been drinking, so it's best not to ride."

"Going back? Why not rest here for a bit..."

Kogoro Mouri was drunk, and before he could finish speaking, he slumped onto the table and passed out.

Qingze was speechless. "Mom, you look after Dad. I'll take Qingze back."

Eri Kisaki simply couldn't bear to look at this drunkard.

"Be careful on the road, and come back soon."

"it is good."

It was already nine o'clock at night. The roads were quiet in the winter, with no pedestrians. The downstairs shopkeeper, Poirot, had already left work early and turned off the lights.

The sushi restaurant next door was still lit up.

Aozawa took the key out of Ran Mouri's pocket, checked the motorcycle, and only after confirming that it hadn't been tampered with did he straddle it.

Ran Mouri got into the back seat.

The motorcycle was started, producing a loud roar.

Ran Mouri wrapped her arms around Aoze's waist and rested her head on his shoulder, as if she were pulling him into her embrace.

The aroma of alcohol wafted over, and just as Aozawa was about to speak, the door of the sushi restaurant opened.

As Kenjiro Wakita walked out carrying a takeout bag, three pairs of eyes met, and they bumped into each other.

Qingze: "......"

Kenjiro Wakita's eyes widened in surprise.

What an intimate scene between a male college student and his girlfriend!

Koniak, you're really something.

Ran Mouri tensed up, her hugging motion stiffening slightly. She looked away, then casually leaned close to Aoyama's ear and whispered:

"what to do?"

Qingze tilted his head slightly, using Ran Mouri's head to cover his mouth, a look of doting helplessness on his face.

"As if he doesn't exist."

To outsiders, the two looked like lovers whispering to each other naturally.

After saying that, Ran Mouri turned around, her doting expression disappearing, and greeted Kenjiro Wakita as if nothing had happened.

"Is Mr. Wakita delivering takeout so late?"

“Yes. It’s cold at night, and nobody wants to go out; everyone orders takeout.” Wakita Kanenori said, his gaze falling curiously on “Aozawa” who was hugging her. “Is this your boyfriend, Ms. Mori?”

"Mmm," the girl murmured shyly.

"Aozawa" lifted his eyelids and glanced at Wakita Kanenori, then rubbed his head against the girl's shoulder and hugged her even tighter.

"Let's go, it's cold outside."

His voice was soft and gentle.

“Mr. Wakita, I have to go now. He’s drunk, and I need to take him home.”

The motorcycle disappeared around the corner.

Kenjiro Wakita stroked his chin, revealing a cryptic smile.

This place was definitely the right choice.

That gentle tone, wow.

Once she was certain that Kenjiro Wakita couldn't see them anymore, Ran Mouri relaxed.

She was genuinely nervous in front of that rum.

"Can you let go of me now?" Qingze asked softly.

"do not want!"

Ran Mouri rubbed her head against his neck, refusing to let go.

She was too close; her warm breath sprayed onto Qingze's neck, giving him goosebumps.

"You're interfering with my cycling."

"With Mr. Qingze's driving skills being so high, how could I possibly affect him?"

Qingze: "..."

"Do you remember what you said during dinner just now? Is this your 'keeping your distance'?"

"That's what Qingze said, I'm Ran Mouri!" Ran Mouri said confidently.

People can actually laugh when they're speechless.

Qingze smiled.

"You're pretty good at exploiting bugs!"

You promised her, and then you kept your word, right?

Ran Mouri couldn't hear, "It's too cold riding a bike. Let me hold you, and you'll feel warmer."

Qingze didn't bother with her various excuses and simply parked the motorcycle in front of her residence.

Ran Mouri reluctantly let go of his hand and got off the motorcycle.

"How are you going to get home? How about I take you back?"

Qingze looked at her speechlessly, "Then I'll bring you here again, and you'll bring me back, over and over again, turning into a perpetual motion machine, right?"

Ran Mouri looked up at the sky awkwardly.

After pretending to look at it for two seconds, she turned her head to steal a glance at Qingze.

Qingze got off the motorcycle, showing no intention of going inside, and prepared to go straight back.

Ran Mouri grabbed his hand.

The girl's hands, reddened by the wind from riding her bicycle, grabbed the hand, rubbed it in her palm, and then breathed on it to warm it up.

It had some effect, but it was clearly minimal.

Qingze stood still, letting her rub one hand and then the other.

The light from the streetlights shone down from not far away, casting two close shadows on the ground.

Qingze looked down at his shadow on the ground, his drooping eyelids concealing all the emotions in his eyes.

"Your hands are so cold. Don't rush back. Come in and sit for a while. I'll warm your hands."

After saying that, Ran Mouri pulled the person into the house without further ado.

Qingze's gaze fell on the hand she was holding, and he let her lead him into the house.

The warmth from his palms traveled through the joints, and Qingze felt that his hands were no longer cold.

Do you know the fastest way to warm your hands?

Ran Mouri, who was in front, turned her head and tilted it slightly.

"how?"

Qingze pulled his hands out, a wicked smile playing on his lips, and then stuffed both of his hands under the back of her neck.

"so."

The slightly cool touch against warm skin sent shivers down Ran Mouri's spine, causing her to instantly shrink her neck.

"Ah, it's so cold..."

Qingze smiled and said, "This is the fastest way to warm up."