Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Ran Mouri tilted her head slightly, her soft lips warm, like a light feather imprinted on his cheek.

Instantly separate.

She stepped back slightly, her clear eyes filled with a smile, gazing tenderly and intently into his.

“My knight, I have received your kind intentions.”

Oh no, I'm totally smitten!

Vodka yawned as he walked down the stairs and sleepily swayed into the living room.

The next second, he yawned and got stuck in his throat, his eyes wide open like saucers.

On the soft sofa in the living room, the two were kissing passionately.

The morning light outlined their tightly embracing silhouettes, and a silent ambiguity seemed to permeate the air.

Vodka instantly perked him up.

With the excitement of discovering a shocking piece of gossip, he quickly pulled his phone out of his pocket, held his breath, and prepared to open the camera to capture the couple engrossed in their moment on the sofa.

However, the moment he opened the camera, a chilling murderous aura, like an Arctic blizzard, instantly enveloped him!

Vodka shivered violently, his fingers freezing on the screen.

On the sofa, Koniak remained in the same position, kissing Ran Mouri, without pausing for a moment.

But in the brief moment when he slightly tilted his head and adjusted the angle to deepen the kiss, his eyes, which should have been closed in blissful intoxication, were now open.

His cold pupils, like the crosshairs in a sniper scope, were locked onto the vodka at the stairwell!

There was no trace of romantic allure in his eyes, only a chilling warning and murderous intent.

Vodka stiffly stuffed his phone back into his pocket, silently backing away to a place where they couldn't be seen.

Vodka mentally ranted:

Aren't you kissing?! Can't you concentrate for a second?! Don't multitask!

The extra people disappeared, Qingze closed his eyes again, and tightened his grip on Ran Mouri's waist.

Ten minutes later, Vodka came over again.

His lips twitched, and he silently turned away.

I'm speechless, they're still kissing.

“Mr. Vodka, don’t disturb them,” Sonoko Suzuki whispered to him from the corner.

Vodka had originally intended to return to his room, but instead turned and walked towards Sonoko Suzuki.

Seeing Sonoko Suzuki staring excitedly in that direction, looking somewhat ecstatic, Vodka couldn't help but ask in a low voice:

Do they do this often?

Is Koniak really that obsessed with love?

A kiss can last for more than ten minutes.

"This is the first time I've ever seen this!"

Sonoko Suzuki rested her chin on her hands, her face flushed, while the little voice inside her screamed wildly.

I'm so excited! I'm so excited!

Hearing the conversation, Xiaolan finally realized what she was doing. She buried her face in Qingze's chest, grabbed Qingze's clothes, and her whole face turned red.

She only teased Qingze a little, but the effect seemed to be too good. She was so engrossed in it that she didn't notice what was happening outside.

I'm so embarrassed that someone saw me.

Qingze glanced at the people talking in the corner, a hint of displeasure in his eyes.

Next time, it's better to go out with just the two of you.

To avoid being bothered by annoying people.

Chapter 418 Let's be friends?

Sera Masumi, who had just gotten up, came downstairs and saw Sonoko and Vodka standing in the corner. She asked them, puzzled:

What are you doing here?

"nothing."

Sonoko Suzuki shook her head, her face beaming with an uncontrollable aunt-like smile.

Sera Masumi's gaze instantly fell on the two people on the sofa.

Case solved.

The young couple were already being affectionate early in the morning.

"Has the snow stopped outside? Is the road open to traffic?"

Sera Masumi walked towards the door, and as soon as the door opened, a chill rushed out.

The snow outside must be at least ten centimeters deep, leaving a footprint with every step.

She looked at the road, which was also covered in snow. Because it hadn't rained, the snow was still loose and hadn't frozen.

The car can be driven, but it's not very safe.

Vodka also came over to look at the road outside.

He had already contacted someone from the organization to pick him up this morning, and they should arrive soon.

The morning light streamed into the dining room through the windows, and the butler silently laid out a sumptuous breakfast on the long table.

Fried eggs, bacon, toast, rice, tamagoyaki, miso soup... a dazzling array of dishes.

Sonoko Suzuki warmly invited everyone to have a meal.

At the long dining table, everyone took their seats in turn.

Vodka and his two companions were still impeccably dressed as bodyguards, wearing sunglasses and suits, exuding a cold and hard aura.

Even without makeup, Vermouth's stunning beauty shines through, impossible to ignore.

Sonoko Suzuki kept glancing at Vermouth's face, unable to contain her admiration for the beauty.

"Is Miss Chris going back to Tokyo?" Sera Masumi asked with concern, glancing out the window. "The road isn't open yet; it might not be safe."

“It’s alright,” Vermouth said gracefully, picking up her coffee cup, taking a sip, and speaking casually. “The driver is very experienced.”

Ran Mouri frowned slightly: "Teacher, should we wait a little longer? It would be safer to wait until the road is cleared before proceeding."

Vermouth shook her head slightly, a perfectly timed smile playing on her lips: "That would take too long. I have other things to do and can't afford to be delayed."

Hondo Eisuke interjected at the opportune moment, his face full of innocent curiosity: "Miss Chris, did you come to the mountains to film a movie?"

Vermouth did not answer the question immediately.

She slowly peeled a hard-boiled egg, placed the peeled egg on a plate, and then looked up:

"To handle some personal matters."

Once the "private matter" is mentioned, even a curious detective wouldn't dare to ask any more questions rashly.

Hondo Eisuke smiled sheepishly and lowered his head to eat. Vermouth was too tight-lipped; it was really difficult to get anything out of her.

He tilted his head slightly, his gaze falling on Ran Mouri.

If Xiaolan asked the question, she might be willing to answer.

Ran Mouri sat with Aoze and naturally offered him a peeled egg.

Qingze obediently lowered his head and took a bite, precisely biting off the egg white, leaving half an egg and the whole yolk.

After he swallowed, Ran Mouri handed him the remaining egg, her voice gentle and smiling:

"Don't be a picky eater."

Qingze slightly turned his head away, showing a hint of disdain:

"The egg yolk is very dry."

Seeing that he didn't want to eat, Ran Mouri didn't force him. She naturally took the yolk and ate it herself, leaving the remaining egg white for him.

The interaction between the two was intimate and natural, flowing with a tacit understanding that was difficult for others to intrude upon.

Hondo Eisuke looked at it and suddenly forgot what he had just been thinking.

Just then, a nimble figure sat down in the empty seat on the other side of Qingze.

Fryward leaned slightly to the side, the lines of her tailored suit outlining her elegant figure.

She rested her chin on her hand, her red lips slightly curved, and her gaze fell undisguisedly on Qingze, with a smile that was a mixture of appreciation and amusement.

The moment she sat down, she instantly attracted the attention of the group.

Vodka slowed his chewing of the toast, his gossip-fueled temper flaring.

Vermouth forked a small piece of bacon, looked at Fryward, and a cold glint flashed in her eyes.

Some people just love seeking thrills; they won't give up until they've reached the Yellow River.

Fryward seemed oblivious to the stares of his colleagues, or rather, completely unconcerned.

She took out her black phone and casually twirled it between her fingers, the screen's light reflecting off her sharply defined jawline.

She leaned a little closer to Qingze, her voice low and languidly magnetic, as if it were just a casual suggestion between friends:

"Hey handsome, wanna add each other as friends?"

Qingze turned his head and met her eyes.

Those eyes held the happiness of a hunter eyeing his prey.

The gentleness on his face faded, replaced by a sharpness in his eyes and a cold expression.

"Not interested."

Rejected, Fryward raised an eyebrow, but instead of backing down, his smile deepened, his tone tinged with a hurt mockery:

"So cold?"

Qingze didn't even spare her a second glance, his gaze bypassing her and landing directly on Vermouth across the table:

“Miss Chris, could you please keep your bodyguard in check and prevent her from harassing me?”

Vermouth: "..."

He's not really her bodyguard, so what right does she have to control him?

Fryward shrugged indifferently, showing no displeasure at being rejected, but instead adopting a troubled and helpless expression:

"We've played games together, so we're acquainted. I just want to make friends. Calling it 'harassment' is a bit of an overstatement..."

She drew out the last syllable, her gaze drifting almost imperceptibly towards Ran Mouri.

She looked at Ran Mouri, leaned forward slightly, rested her elbows on the edge of the table, and smiled brightly and naturally, speaking in a relaxed tone as if discussing the weather:

"Miss Xiaolan, could you have your boyfriend add me as a friend?"

She spoke frankly and openly, as if it were just a trivial favor between friends.

She was a little curious about Ran Mouri's importance to Koniak, whether her personality was soft or hard, whether she could be manipulated, and whether she could influence Koniak's decision.

Sonoko quickly nudged Ran with her elbow and gave her a warning look.

A love rival! This is a potential love rival!

Ran Mouri tilted her head to look at her, not understanding what she was trying to express with her winks and gestures.

She turned to look at Qingze—Qingze was also looking at her, a playful smile in his eyes.

He was a little curious whether Ran Mouri was aware that her man was being targeted.

Ran Mouri blinked and tilted her head to look around the table—Vermouth, Vodka, and even Sera and Hondo, everyone's eyes were seemingly focused on her, waiting for her reaction.

Ran Mouri found it somewhat amusing.

What's there to be curious about? Of course she wouldn't agree.

Although it's unclear what Fryward is planning, the organization's internal system has communication methods, so there's no need to add Qingze as a friend on social media to contact him.