Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

They're just swapping bodies, don't act like they're dating.

Don't you like it?

"I don't like it, it's too frivolous."

Expressing affection and longing too easily is cheap, both for the one who says it and the one who receives it.

“Okay…” Ran Mouri puffed out her cheeks, looking a little annoyed, “But I really miss you.”

Have we been apart for an hour?

Qingze frowned.

Ran Mouri has been saying these kinds of things a lot these past few days, which is unusual for her.

"Separation anxiety influenced by my memories?"

Ran Mouri thought about it seriously.

"Probably. Being here alone, it feels so lonely and desolate. I also keep thinking about the scenes from my memories of you... I really want to talk to you..."

It was indeed influenced by his memories.

Qingze had a good idea of ​​what was going on and estimated that Ran Mouri's insecure state would continue for some time.

"Then speak, I'm listening."

Ran Mouri lay on a recliner, holding her phone to her chest, hands behind her head, lost in thought with the hands on speakerphone.

"Aze, if we resolve the consciousness swap issue in the future, I'll become an actor, and what about you...?"

Qingze remained silent for a while, staring at the ceiling with his eyes open.

future?

He doesn't even know what kind of future he wants.

"I don't have any plans for the future, I'll just take things as they come."

"You definitely have something on your mind, don't lie to me!"

Chapter 338 It's so easy to get a reaction!

Ran Mouri didn't believe him at all.

Qingze is the kind of person who thinks three steps ahead before taking a step; how could he not have any ideas?

If he had no idea why he did so much, what was his purpose?

Why does he hide his face? Why isn't he as openly arrogant as Gin?

Could it be that her appearance has made him stop looking forward to the future?

Qingze sighed. Ran Mouri was very stubborn about this issue, and he couldn't fool her.

He spoke softly, his voice as light as a breeze:

"If everything settles down, if all hatred is put to rest, I should leave this country..."

If he were still alive then, and still wanted to live.

"Where to go?"

"China."

"what about me?"

"You?" Qingze chuckled. "Where you want to go and what you want to do is ultimately up to you, isn't it?"

Ran Mouri was a little depressed.

Does this indirectly mean that he hasn't envisioned a future with her?

Don't you like it here?

"do not like."

"why?"

"I just don't like it."

"Okay... So if you go to China, what do you want to do?"

"Let's go somewhere with beautiful scenery, buy a courtyard, and live in seclusion..."

Leave behind everything from the past, grow vegetables, fish, raise cats and dogs, cultivate your mind and body, work at sunrise and rest at sunset.

Ran Mouri imagined the life Aozawa had described, and felt a pang of sadness.

For Qingze, wasn't this a form of self-exile?

She tried to keep her tone light, "You can't even grow flowers, how are you going to farm? You'll starve, won't you?"

"You underestimate me," Qingze scoffed. "Learning how to farm is a piece of cake for me."

"Yes, yes, you're the best! You learn everything so fast. If you leave, I'll become a big star so you can see me wherever you are!"

Qingze smiled. "That's ambitious."

"Then... if I become a star and have to act in intimate scenes with other people, will you be angry?" she asked tentatively, her voice unconsciously softening.

"Why should I be angry?" he asked matter-of-factly.

"You...you're so annoying!" Ran Mouri puffed out her cheeks, looking like an angry little pufferfish.

She clearly knew what she meant, but she pretended to be stupid!

It's absolutely...infuriating!

"Then you can hate me even more." Qingze's laughter, tinged with obvious mockery, lightly drifted into her ears.

The laughter strangely soothed the inexplicable low mood in Ran Mouri's heart.

She sighed helplessly, her voice carrying a hint of indulgence she herself didn't realize: "You know what? Sometimes, you're really, really annoying..."

“I know,” he readily admitted, “it was intentional.”

"This is even worse!!!" She was about to jump up and down.

“I’m quite good at being annoying.” Qingze’s tone even carried a hint of strange pride.

Ran Mouri was utterly speechless: "What's so great about something like this?"

"How can it not be a skill if you can make others avoid you?"

"The real skill is making everyone like you!"

"Not everyone likes money, let alone people?" Qingze scoffed, his tone tinged with indifference. "Others' liking? I don't care."

"You're so arrogant," she muttered to herself.

"Because I have the power to be arrogant."

"Yes, yes, Lord Qingze is the best..." Ran Mouri drawled, her words lingering in the air.

The conversation was terribly scattered. Qingze put his hands behind his head, looked at the ceiling, and laughed.

Ran Mouri on the other side was in almost the same pose.

She lay on the recliner looking at the ceiling, the voice coming from the other end of the phone reassuring her.

Even though they were talking about trivial things, just listening to the faint sounds coming from his end filled her heart with an indescribable sense of peace and contentment, and she never got tired of listening to it.

She glanced at the time and realized that they had been chatting for almost an hour. She took her phone and went to the bathroom to wash up.

Qingze heard the sound of the showerhead, "You've taken a shower, aren't you going to hang it up?"

"I won't hang it up!"

Ran Mouri snorted into the phone and continued showering.

She stroked the muscles of his body, imagining herself wrapping her arms around Qingze, her fingers touching his cheeks and his body piece by piece.

She hasn't touched Qingze with her own body yet.

As she pondered this, she felt something was off about her body's reaction. She looked down and her face flushed slightly.

Slightly aroused, she held her phone, a mischievous glint in her eye. Her voice, damp with moisture, was deliberately lowered, carrying a husky, seductive quality:

"Aze, your body... reacts so easily."

As soon as she said it, she felt so hot she felt like she was burning up, and she wished she could swallow the words back immediately.

"...Ran Mouri, I still miss the days when you were more shy."

Qingze's expression was somewhat indescribable.

She was so ashamed and indignant watching a short film last time, and now she actually dares to... When did her skin evolve to be like this?!

"What? You're allowed to flirt with me, but I'm not allowed to flirt with you?" Ran Mouri's cheeks were burning hot, and she pretended to be indignant, taking advantage of the fact that he couldn't see her. "Besides, didn't you tell me to 'train' my skin?"

Qingze sighed softly, "...As long as you're happy."

“Aze…”

She called softly, her voice hoarse: "Teach me... how to relieve this..."

Qingze got goosebumps all over, and his voice was clearly grinding his teeth: "Are you doing this on purpose?!"

Ran Mouri felt all the blood rush to her head, her whole body curled up like a boiled shrimp, her toes digging into the ground, utterly ashamed of her almost naked provocation.

However, a kind of rebellious, defiant spirit and a desire to conquer aroused by Qingze's rare loss of composure suddenly overwhelmed her shyness.

She steeled herself, and even more explicit words uncontrollably spilled out:

"Have you been suppressing your emotions for too long, which is why your body is particularly prone to...?"

"Mori Ran!"

Qingze interrupted her directly, but the grinding of his teeth grew louder and louder.

He must have been out of his mind to tell her to watch porn. It's so easy for her to go astray!

What is meant by his body?

Now that she's using her body, she should ask herself what kind of lewd thoughts she's having!

Aoze's somewhat frantic voice amused Ran Mouri, giving her an almost mischievous thrill, so she decided to go all out:

"It seems so... What should I do?"

Qingze slammed down the phone and covered his face in a contorted expression.

He said he was right, didn't he?

The Mori couple shouldn't be worried about what he might do to Ran, but rather what Ran might do to him!

Hearing the busy tone of the disconnected line, Ran Mouri pouted at the misty air.

Tsk, it seems that someone's skin isn't thick enough to be impervious to bullets.

She put her phone aside, looked down at it, and mentally prepared herself.

I have to say, I'm quite curious about what it feels like.

Qingze rubbed his ears in annoyance, sat up, grabbed a large glass of water from the bedside table, and gulped it down, but still couldn't calm his turbulent emotions.

He used to be the one teasing others, but now he's the one being teased!

But ironically, he couldn't do anything about Ran Mouri.

He stared at the video call icon for a long time before finally closing his phone.

Forget it, it's not suitable.

go to bed.

Stepping out of the bathroom, Ran Mouri's face still flushed, and a strange aftertaste lingered deep within her body.

Upon seeing the soft bed, she practically pounced on it, kicked off her slippers, and buried herself deep in the covers, rolling around like a silkworm trapped in its own cocoon, finally pressing her burning cheeks firmly into the pillow.

The surging tide of emotion completely receded, and reason regained its footing. Those shameful words from just moments ago replayed clearly in my mind.

ah--!!!

A silent scream exploded in her chest; she wished she could disappear on the spot!