Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Realizing that the person was still resting, she took a shower and came out of the room.

Looking at the empty presidential suite, she walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window and looked down.

It was already dark, and the city was lit up with lights.

Neon lights weave a dense net of light, traffic flows like golden threads, and the lights of distant skyscrapers flicker and glow, creating a cacophony without any gaps.

She took a picture and sent it to Qingze.

The night is so beautiful, I want to see it with you.

......

The office had been deserted for days, exuding a cold atmosphere.

Ran Mouri returned home and rummaged through her closet for dark-colored clothes suitable for winter, where she saw Aozawa's black coat.

This coat has been sitting in my closet for a long time, and I don't usually think about it.

She held the clothes and thought for a moment, then decided to put them back in Qingze's walk-in closet, just in time to see if Qingze was resting there.

Ran Mouri opened the door with her key, changed her shoes, and went inside.

The room was silent. Ran Mouri, carrying her clothes, went up the stairs to the second floor.

The bedroom door was ajar. She reached out and pushed it open, peeking inside. By the light of the hallway, she saw the person sleeping on the bed.

His coat lay scattered on the side of the bed, and he lay asleep on his side, with faint moonlight streaming into the room through the window.

Ran Mouri tiptoed into the room, crouched gently by the bed, and looked at him in the light from the corridor.

Qingze was sleeping soundly, but even in his sleep, his brows were slightly furrowed, as if he had something on his mind.

Ran Mouri looked at his face for a while, then her gaze fell on the bedside table in the room.

On the bedside table were freshly opened medicine and half a glass of water.

She picked up the medicine and looked at it, her expression showing some worry.

Is it serious? Does it need medication...?

Qingze once said that he didn't like taking medicine.

Firstly, because of the experience of being forced to take medication as a guinea pig; secondly, because all medicines have side effects, and without pain feedback, the side effects of medication can sometimes be fatal.

She rested her elbows on the edge of the bed, propped her cheeks up, and stared at him, lost in thought.

Dream.

Qingze could clearly perceive that he was dreaming.

He sat in the vast, empty space, opposite him was a figure that looked exactly like him.

The same clothes, the same face, the same posture, just like looking in a mirror.

But Qingze knew that there was no mirror here, and the person on the other side was not him.

"who are you?"

The person opposite him looked at him silently without saying a word.

After a long silence, he slowly spoke, his voice filled with deep bewilderment.

"Is she that important? So important that you need to take your medicine?"

"What are you talking about? What's the direct connection between the two? I take medication because I don't want to lose control of myself. I hate feeling out of control."

The person opposite tilted their head. "Do you think you can fool yourself?"

Qingze sneered.

"Are you me? Where does this 'self' come from?"

"I am you, you just don't want to admit it."

"Ah……"

Chapter 394 These days are really hard to endure.

Aoze's brows furrowed even more, and Ran Mouri reached out and gently stroked them, trying to smooth them out.

Upon sensing the touch, Qingze instantly snapped to attention. His body tensed, and a chilling killing intent erupted as he grabbed the hand immediately.

Ran cried out in pain. Upon hearing the familiar voice, Aoze realized what was happening and quickly let go.

Why is he overreacting again?

"Why are you here? Are you in pain?"

He sat up, grabbed Ran Mouri's hand, and rubbed her wrist.

I used a little too much force unconsciously just now, but thankfully, it's just a little red.

With his hand in hers, Ran Mouri stood up and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"A little, but it's okay. Did you have a nightmare just now? You were frowning in your dream too."

"I don't remember."

Qingze wrapped his arms around her and rested his chin on her neck and shoulder.

A person who is usually adept at everything rarely shows a hint of vulnerability.

What time is it?

It's seven o'clock.

"There shouldn't be a rush to keep watch, right?"

"No rush, you can get there before midnight."

Upon hearing this, Qingze pulled her onto the bed with force.

"Sleep with me for a while."

Ran Mouri collapsed stiffly onto the soft bed. Aoze turned and hugged her, pulling her into the blankets and resting his head on her hair.

The sweet fragrance reached my nose, and having someone I care about in my arms brought me immense peace of mind.

Overwhelmed by weariness, Qingze held her tightly, and soon fell into a deep sleep again.

Ran Mouri stared blankly at the ceiling.

This scene has played out before.

Same location, same bed, same environment.

At that time, he was inside Qingze's body, and Qingze was inside her body.

Now the bodies have switched back, and the person being hugged has changed.

Warm breath sprayed on her neck and shoulders, and Ran Mouri moved slightly, turning her head to the side.

Qingze's face was right in front of me.

It was so close that she could reach it by simply leaning forward slightly.

Qingze hasn't been doing well lately.

She won't let him face this alone.

She reached out and touched his brow, leaned her head against his, and closed her eyes.

Ran Mouri was woken up by the phone ringing incessantly in her pocket, which jolted her awake from a deep sleep.

She shifted and took her phone out of her pocket.

It was Sonoko who made the call.

"Xiao Lan, will you still come to keep watch tonight?"

Ran Mouri glanced at the time; it was already past 10 p.m.

"They've arrived..."

Sonoko sensed the weariness in her voice, as if she had just woken up. "Sleeping?"

"I was a little tired, so I lay down for a while. I didn't realize it was already this late..."

"Do you want me to come pick you up?"

"No need, Aze will come with me."

"Okay, it's cold in the mourning hall, remember to wear more clothes tonight."

After hanging up the phone, Ran Mouri turned her face away.

Qingze had already woken up and tightened his grip on her, showing no intention of moving.

"I don't want to go..."

He mumbled something, his voice still hoarse and tired from just waking up.

What's the point of staying up all night? Isn't it better to sleep?

Seeing the person throwing a tantrum in the morning, Ran Mouri kissed him on the cheek.

"Get up."

"I won't get up."

Qingze turned his head away; he simply didn't want to get up.

"You haven't had dinner yet, have you? Aren't you hungry?"

I'm not hungry.

He didn't even eat lunch, let alone dinner.

Ran Mouri removed his hands from her waist. "You need to eat something. You can sleep a little longer. I'll go make you something to eat."

My arms felt empty, and the person in front of me was putting on slippers, preparing to leave.

Qingze's eyes darkened. He sat up, grabbed her hand, and pulled her into his arms again.

The burning kiss surged like waves, desire surging and burning.

Qingze regained some of his senses and pushed her away.

"Go ahead, just make something simple, I'm going to sleep a little longer."

The kiss ended abruptly, leaving Ran Mouri somewhat bewildered.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, wanting to do it again.

Qingze stopped her.

"Don't……"

"why?"

Qingze looked at her intently, "What do you think?"

Ran Mouri realized something, her face flushed slightly, and her eyes darted around.

"Is it okay to kiss again?"

"It's related, very related."

Qingze pushed her away, "I'm hungry, hurry up and make me dinner!"

Ran Mouri looked back several times before thoughtfully closing the bedroom door behind her.

Qingze gave a wry smile.

close the door?

You're quite mindful of your privacy, huh?

I went into the bathroom.

The warm water washed over his body, and his face flushed slightly.

These days are really tough...

After taking a shower, Qingze dressed neatly and went downstairs.