Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

The car was dimly lit. Ran Mouri stared intently into those eyes that held a multitude of emotions, and said earnestly:

“Aze, you can show me your vulnerability, your sadness, and your confusion. You don’t need to pretend to be invincible. In front of me, you can be your most authentic self.”

"Don't try to avoid me and lick your wounds alone."

I love you, and I accept everything about you.

Whether you are noble or base, strong or fragile, I accept you.

"I don't love just one aspect of you; I love the whole you."

So, please don't reject me, okay?

Aozawa gazed into Ran Mouri's eyes, which were so bright even in the dim light of the car.

Like the moon in the sky, bright and pure.

It's so clean.

It illuminated his filth and his wretchedness.

Despite it being a heartfelt confession, he seemed to be burned, wanting to hide in a corner where the moonlight couldn't reach.

He gripped Ran Mouri's hand tightly, staring intently into her eyes, his knuckles turning white from the force.

"What if I'm not myself?"

He said, word by word:

"What if this face, this body, doesn't belong to me?"

"If I were just an outsider who has taken over this body..."

Do you still love me?

Chapter 403 Wasn't he just so brave?

Ran Mouri looked at him blankly, not understanding.

Why say you are an outsider? Why say "I am not myself"?

What is he doubting about?

Has self-loathing reached this level?

"Aze, if you're not yourself, then who are you?"

"Aze, what are you doubting about?"

"I love you, not because of who you are or what you look like. I love your passionate soul and your indomitable, self-reliant heart."

"Don't doubt yourself, you are you."

"You don't have to be Tomohiro Fukuda, you can just be Aozawa."

Ran Mouri's words were firm and powerful, every word sincere.

Qingze felt his heart beating exceptionally fast, as if fireworks were exploding around his ears.

Love and desire surge like the sea, irresistible, leaving one no choice but to succumb.

The passionate kiss was intense and fiery; the armrest of the car's front seat couldn't separate their hearts from each other.

Qingze was immersed in the kiss, forgetting everything else and only wanting time to stand still, to stay in this moment forever.

The kiss was so intense that Ran Mouri felt a bit breathless and couldn't handle it.

Finally, just as she was about to suffocate, Qingze released her.

Qingze unbuckled her seatbelt and pulled her into his arms.

Ran Mouri gasped and fell over in an awkward position.

She leaned her upper body against Qingze's chest, sitting between his legs, with her lower legs resting on the armrest box.

Qingze hugged her waist.

A warm body pressed close, no longer separated by an armrest box.

The kiss was fierce and urgent.

After a long while, Qingze released her lips.

Ran Mouri struggled for a moment, trying to get up.

Qingze immediately pressed her down, his eyes filled with suppressed lust.

"Don't move, let me hold you for a while."

Ran Mouri let him hug her, reached out and poked his cheek, and laughed:

"Does it hurt?"

It's so uncomfortable.

Qingze ignored her.

Seeing that he didn't reply, Ran Mouri started having bad ideas.

She reached out and touched his ear, blew a breath into it, and said deliberately:

Do you need my help?

Qingze froze for a moment, tightening his grip slightly.

Where did you learn these words?

"In short films."

Qingze angrily ruffled her hair.

"Stop watching unnecessary things."

"Didn't you tell me to watch it?"

"Ran Mouri, I still prefer you when you don't know anything."

"Hmph, calling me by my full name again." Ran Mouri gently bit his earlobe.

"Hiss~ Get down here right now!"

Ran Mouri deliberately rubbed against him, "Hmph, no!"

Qingze gritted his teeth.

"You're so kind!"

"Hehehe~"

Ran Mouri stopped teasing him and sat back in the passenger seat.

"Let's go, driver."

Qingze angrily started the car, all his sadness and worries vanished.

"Go ahead and play now. There are still 5 months left. Don't come crying to me then."

Ran Mouri covered her ears, "I don't understand, I don't understand!"

The car sped into the garage, Qingze unbuckled his seatbelt, got out and headed straight for the second-floor bathroom.

"No going upstairs!"

"Oh……"

Watching Qingze's figure disappear quickly, Ran Mouri smiled and picked up her diary to carefully read through it.

What does Qingze mean by "outsider"?

What does it mean that his body doesn't belong to him?

Could it be that, like their consciousness swap, this body is not his original body?

Looking at the diary, Ran Mouri felt the happiness emanating from between the lines, and a smile unconsciously appeared on her face.

But as she looked at it, worry and confusion appeared on her face.

"Awakening of the true spirit? What does that mean?"

The term “真灵” has many interpretations. It can refer to a person, a deity, or even a person’s spirit or soul.

It is the core of a person, the true "self".

Is it because Qingze has no memory that he feels like an outsider who has taken over someone else's identity?

But he's probably wrong.

He has always been himself.

For some reason, he was not fully developed until he was 10 years old.

That's why we can't perceive emotions.

And now, he is whole.

But they really suffered tremendous hardships.

"Ugh……"

She closed her diary and sighed deeply.

Fate is truly unpredictable.

Footsteps echoed down the stairs. Qingze, wearing a loose bathrobe tied with a belt, came downstairs. The bathrobe was wide open at the chest, revealing a lot of his abs, and his hair was still damp.

Ran Mouri blushed instantly.

"You... why are you dressed like this!"

Qingze leaned against the stairs, a playful smile curving his lips.

"Didn't someone say they would help me?"

"I...I...I was just joking..."

Ran Mouri was rambling incoherently, her face burning red.

She nervously hid behind the sofa, afraid that Qingze would come over.

She's just being mischievous, playing a prank. You can't take it seriously!

Qingze found it amusing. "Weren't you just being very brave?"

"I was wrong!" Ran Mouri crouched behind the sofa, using it to cover herself, and quickly slid to her knees.

Qingze strolled over slowly, looking down at the person who was trying to play the turtle and hide himself.

As the shadows loomed over her, Ran Mouri dared not look up, terrified.

"Will you dare to do it again next time?"

Ran Mouri covered her head and shook it like a rattle.

"No... I won't dare to do it again..."

Qingze rubbed her head and smiled.

"Are you still pretending to be stupid?"

"I'm not pretending anymore!"

"Are you still going to watch adult films?"

"I'm not watching anymore! I'm not watching anymore!"

Qingze was satisfied. "That's more like it."

"I'm going to sleep now. You should get some rest too. Whether you sleep at home or here is up to you."

As he spoke, he picked up the diary and photo album from the coffee table and went upstairs.

Seeing him walk away, Ran Mouri quietly raised her head.

Qingze had already walked up the stairs, and looking up from below, one could see a bit of his underwear under his bathrobe.

Oh, so you were wearing it all along.