Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

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Chapter 470 I am despicable and selfish

The movie wasn't particularly interesting, but Ran Mouri was completely absorbed in its love story, shedding tears when the male and female leads separated and feeling overjoyed when they reunited.

Qingze watched, but didn't feel anything.

As the movie ended and Ran Mouri walked out of the theater, her eyes were red, still immersed in the touching story.

Is it really that touching?

"The male and female protagonists overcame numerous obstacles and finally got together. Isn't that touching?"

"The story is quite good, but the actors' acting is a bit lacking. If the actors' acting were better, they could evoke even more emotions."

"Really? I feel pretty good."

"Because you were so engrossed in the ups and downs of the story that you overlooked these details."

Qingze put in a lot of hard work to learn acting.

In addition to the hands-on instruction from top acting master Vermouth, he also dissected emotions and learned to imitate them film by film.

What emotion should be expressed with what expression? What kind of posture gives people a certain feeling? Tone of voice, actions, demeanor, eyes... there are many subtleties involved.

While he may not be able to perfectly embody every role like Vermouth, he can still effortlessly impersonate various identities.

Listening to Qingze's logical and reasoned analysis, Ran Mouri couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration:

"Aze, if you become a star, you'll definitely become very famous very quickly."

"No way, I don't like being surrounded by the spotlight. Performing is just a means, not an end, and I don't like performing."

"Moreover, my acting is different from filming. When you're filming, you're facing a camera, you have to remember your position and find the right angle, it's not just about performing in front of people."

“That’s true…” Ran Mouri nodded. She had been to many film crews and even acted in some, so of course she knew the differences.

"Didn't Vermouth say there's a film crew working on it during winter break? Are you planning to go?"

Upon hearing this question, Ran Mouri didn't stop walking. She pursed her lips slightly, revealing a hint of hesitation.

She still hasn't made up her mind.

After a moment, she turned her head to look at the person beside her, "Aze, what do you think?"

Qingze stopped.

He turned around and faced her.

The streetlight shone from his side and behind, bathing half of his face in warm light while casting the other half into a hazy shadow.

He lowered his head slightly, not answering immediately, but instead asked softly:

Do you want to hear the truth, or a lie?

Ran Mouri stopped too, looked up at him, and was intrigued by his serious tone.

What is the truth? And what is a lie?

The truth is, I don't want you to go. The lie is, I want you to go.

"why?"

Ran Mouri asked softly, tilting her head slightly, trying to discern something from her face, which concealed all her emotions.

"Didn't you ask me before, if you become a celebrity and have to perform intimate scenes with people, would I mind?"

Ran Mouri was taken aback.

She did ask.

However, at that time, I deliberately asked him that question to force him to be honest about his feelings.

Qingze looked into her eyes and said, word by word:

"I mind, I mind very, very much."

He raised his hand, his fingertips gently brushing against the wind-blown strands of hair on her cheek. His movements were tender, but his words revealed an almost obsessive possessiveness and a strong sense of obsession.

"I'm so despicable that I just want to see you alone."

"Your smile, your tears, I selfishly only want to show them to you alone."

"but……"

Qingze sighed softly.

He withdrew his hand and put it back in his coat pocket, as if trying to suppress an impulse to hug or imprison him tightly.

“I can’t do that.”

"I don't want to be a cage, binding the wings of a bird that wants to fly high."

"You should shine and do what you want to do."

"I can protect you, but I cannot stifle your sky and your dreams."

He raised his hand again, his palm gently touching her cheek, the warmth passing through her slightly cool skin.

Light and shadow intertwined on his face, creating an extremely complex effect.

His eyes were slightly lowered, and his fingertips curled up.

"I've always been a very contradictory person. I want you to shine and be seen by the whole world, but I also want you to be my treasure, hidden away so that no one can see or covet you."

Ran Mouri looked at him, at the interplay of light and shadow on his face.

He was so contradictory, yet so real.

Flawless perfection feels unreal, while sharp imperfections are real and beautiful.

Those dark sides that should be repulsive are so endearing in the face of this honesty.

Ran Mouri raised her hands and covered the large hand that was pressed against her cheek, gently holding it.

She looked at him, her eyes curving into bright crescents.

"I've made up my mind, I'll go."

"I have the right to choose what movies to film and what roles to play, don't I?"

There are many stories in the world besides love; human beings have more than just romantic love as a theme.

Although this might limit my acting roles, it's okay.

Since Qingze made concessions for her, she certainly couldn't only think of herself and ignore Qingze's feelings.

Qingze smiled, leaning slightly forward so that his face was fully exposed to the warm yellow light.

"Then go for it. Participating in a big-budget film will greatly help your future acting career."

"Hmm! Are you going to come to the film set with me?" Ran Mouri took his hand, and the two continued walking.

"Oh? Aren't you afraid of a love triangle between me and your teacher?"

"Hmph, you're doing this on purpose!"

He deliberately put her in a difficult position.

"I just couldn't help it."

After taking a walk, Qingze drove Ran Mouri to the office building.

Ran Mouri took the gift she had prepared earlier out of the small bag.

"Gift!"

Qingze took the carefully wrapped gift box, raised an eyebrow slightly, and looked on with curiosity.

"What is it?"

Ran Mouri remained mysterious and wouldn't say anything, saying, "You'll find out when we get back and take it down."

Qingze put away the gift box, pursed his lips, looked at her, and remained silent.

Ran Mouri tilted her head. "Want a kiss?"

"I'm also having a birthday celebration on August 15th."

Ran Mouri suddenly realized, and smiled mischievously, "Oh~ no problem!"

"relative."

Ran Mouri reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Returning home humming a cheerful tune, Ran Mouri blushed amidst her parents' teasing.

After dealing with her parents' questioning, she returned to her room.

I walked to the window, but the car downstairs had already driven away.

She looked up at the sky. The night sky outside the window was very low, with a few stars hanging sparsely. The moon was half-hidden by clouds, and its light was faint.

She stood by the window for a while, then took out her phone and sent a message to Qingze.

Are you home yet?

The reply came almost instantly.

【Um. 】

Have you opened the gift yet?

Not yet, let me bathe and burn incense.

Ran Mouri chuckled.

There's no need for that.

It's getting late, you should go wash up. I'll take you to Yokohama tomorrow.

【it is good. 】

She didn't rush to do anything. She opened LINE, posted a status update, and included a photo of them together.

【Happy birthday.】

Chapter 471 The taste of Koniak is really good!

Although it wasn't as extravagant as bathing and burning incense, Qingze washed his hands thoroughly and then returned to the living room to start unwrapping the gifts.

The gift box was peeled back layer by layer to reveal its contents.

A pair of delicate cufflinks and a chain-linked lapel pin.

Qingze picked it up and played with it for a while, his smile growing wider.

"Does this mean you want me to wear more suits?"

He went to the dressing room, properly changed into a suit, put on a tie, and attached a lapel pin.

They even took the cufflinks.

I struck several poses in front of the mirror to make sure that my hand was captured while also showing off my cufflinks.

Click to send.

"Hi~"

Ran Mouri gasped upon receiving the photo.

In the photo, half of his face is visible; he is dressed impeccably in a dark suit.

The white shirt collar was crisp, with a gold lapel pin quietly set in the center, and a thin metal chain hanging down from the collar, flashing a cold light under the lamp.

He reached out as if adjusting his tie, his fingers with distinct knuckles and smooth lines, his wrist bones clearly defined.

The matching gold cufflinks are fastened on one side of the cuff, simple yet exquisite, exuding an air of elegance.