Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

The two embraced tightly in the warm water, their lips locked in a passionate kiss, their minds consumed by the same intense thought:

Change it back! Change it back now!

Go back into your own body and break this chaotic misalignment.

It felt as if an invisible bond was taut and trembling deep within my soul.

The chaotic perceptions, the misplaced sensations, the burning desire, and the urgent need to return to one's true self reached their peak at a certain moment—

hum.

There was a slight tinnitus, or perhaps a sudden shift in consciousness.

Qingze suddenly opened his eyes.

In the misty steam, he saw a familiar face so close to him—it was Ran Mouri, the real Ran Mouri, her cheeks flushed, her eyes moist, looking at him with slight breaths.

He returned to his body.

The body's desires are intense and surging, while reason teeters on the edge of desire.

Almost as if electrocuted, he quickly removed his legs from around his waist, stood up abruptly from the warm spring water, and stepped onto the bluestone by the pool in a few steps.

Perhaps because he got up too quickly, or perhaps because he was still unsettled, the hem of his soaked yukata was heavily wrapped around his legs, and his feet slipped on the wet, slippery bluestone, causing him to stagger.

With a sudden burst of power from his core, Qingze managed to stabilize his unbalanced posture in mid-air and straighten up somewhat awkwardly.

Her yukata was completely soaked, clinging tightly to her body, with water droplets constantly rolling down from her hair and the corners of her clothes.

A chill mixed with embarrassment washed over me instantly, but my rationality returned.

Qingze took a deep breath, slowly turned to the side, and looked into the pool.

Ran Mouri was still half-sitting in the hot spring, the warm water rippling gently around her collarbone.

Her eyes were misty and dreamy, her cheeks were flushed, her lips were slightly swollen, and she looked at him with a hint of resentment.

Qingze clenched his fist, pressed it to his lips, and coughed lightly to cover his mouth:

"I'm going to rest for a bit, don't soak for too long."

After saying that, he walked out barefoot.

Ran Mouri burst out laughing.

"so cute."

Was he embarrassed?

It's embarrassing to even feel that way!

His ears were burning red, but he still pretended nothing had happened.

As she laughed, she stopped and raised her hand to cover her burning cheeks.

The smile faded, and a sense of embarrassment belatedly welled up inside her.

Just now... it was she who used his body and had such a strong reaction!

The unfamiliar, intense throbbing and burning heat that belonged to a man, when recalled now, seemed to still linger in her nerve endings, making her feel a little numb all over.

She shook her head, trying to shake those images off, but all she felt was the hot spring water getting hotter and hotter, making her face flush and her heart race.

She simply stood up from the pool, the warm water sliding down her body.

She picked up a dry, soft bath towel from the side, wrapped herself tightly, and hurried towards the bathroom, desperately needing cool water and clean clothes to calm the chaotic heat that was emanating from within.

Qingze strode through the bamboo corridor, pushed open the bathroom door, and locked it behind him.

Warm water quickly poured down from the showerhead, and white steam rose from the bathroom.

He stood under the flowing water, eyes closed, letting the hot water wash over his tense shoulders, back, chest, and the still faintly burning sensation in his veins.

Water droplets rolled down his defined jawline and neck, and his breathing was unusually heavy in the enclosed space.

After a long while, he pulled out a dry bath towel and used it to dry his body and hair.

A layer of mist covered the mirror, and he reached out and wiped it away.

The bandage around his chest was soaked with sweat and needed to be reapplied and replaced.

I tied a towel around my neck and stepped out of the bathroom. Just as I finished putting on my bottoms, there was a knock on the door.

"Aze, are you alright? Let me change your dressing."

Qingze opened the door, and Ran Mouri was standing outside.

She had changed into a light-colored yukata, the soft fabric clinging to her curves, with a neatly tied belt around her waist.

Her long hair was gently pulled up, revealing her smooth neck and a few slightly damp strands of hair by her ears.

She wore a pair of plain wooden clogs and carried a lightweight medical kit in her hand.

Qingze stepped aside to let her in, then closed the door behind him.

The room was still filled with the warm steam from the bathroom, mixed with the refreshing scent of his shower gel.

Ran Mouri looked up at him, a mischievous glint in her eyes, and deliberately drew out her words:

"You've been taking a while to shower~ I've been changing my clothes for ages, and you're only just finished?"

Seeing her feigning ignorance, Qingze chuckled and gently rubbed her smooth cheek, his voice still damp with moisture and a hint of teasing:

"If I hurry... you'll have your day to cry later."

Ran Mouri's face flushed red instantly, even her ears turned crimson.

She quickly lowered her eyelashes, pretending not to understand.

"I don't know what you're talking about..."

She placed the first-aid kit on the tatami mat, but her gaze unconsciously drifted towards his chest.

Water droplets dripped from his not-quite-dry hair, slid down his well-defined neck, and disappeared into his chest.

His well-defined abdominal muscles rose and fell slightly with his breathing. A white gauze, soaked with water, was wrapped around his chest and abdomen, its edges loose and clinging wetly to his skin, exuding a seductive beauty of scars.

My hands were itching to get to work.

"Ahem, sit down, it's time to change the dressing." Ran Mouri coughed lightly and knelt down on the edge of the tatami mat first.

Qingze sat down with his back to her as instructed, picked up a dry towel from the side, and continued to dry his half-wet hair, with water droplets occasionally sliding down the firm grooves of his back.

Ran Mouri picked up a small pair of scissors and carefully cut open the old bandages.

The soaked gauze was peeled away layer by layer, revealing the wound underneath, which had been treated but was still red and swollen.

She used a clean, soft cloth to absorb excess moisture from the skin around the wound, carefully disinfected it, applied medication, and began wrapping a bandage.

"Raise your hand."

"I'm not wearing bandages anymore."

"No, raise your hand!"

Qingze glanced at her sideways and raised his hand as instructed.

The bandage was wrapped around his chest, and fingers inadvertently traced the lines of his pectoral muscles.

One lap, two laps, three laps...

A large, warm, dry hand suddenly rose up and firmly grasped her wrist.

Qingze turned around and looked at her with a deep, unsettling gaze:

"If you cause any more trouble, I'll have to put your hands where they shouldn't be."

Chapter 499 Isn't this development too fast?

Ran Mouri tried to keep her expression serious. "I was just bandaging you. What are you talking about?"

"Oh, bandaged up? Where are your hands now?"

Ran Mouri looked down and saw that her hand was on his chest, her wrist was being held.

She broke free, casually withdrew her hand, and tied a knot in the bandage.

"Ahem. Alright, all wrapped up."

After she finished speaking, she stood up.

Ran.

People sometimes laugh when they're speechless.

Feeling the urge to awaken again, Qingze gritted his teeth inwardly.

I'll have to teach her a lesson sooner or later, what it means to not flirt with men.

Qingze carefully put away the scissors, tweezers, cotton swabs, iodine, and other similar items, and then put on his clothes.

Ran Mouri ran to the veranda outside the courtyard. The warmth vanished, replaced by the chill of winter, but the warmth on her face did not dissipate at all.

She couldn't help but rub her face and cover it with her hands.

After finishing lunch, Sonoko Suzuki and Makoto Kyogoku went out to play and walked hand in hand into the courtyard.

Sonoko was taken aback when she looked at Ran.

"Xiao Lan, why is your face so red? Did you just come from the hot spring?"

"Hmm." Someone arrived, and Ran Mouri's flushed face quickly disappeared. "Where did you guys go?"

"I took a walk in the mountains."

"Hey, where did everyone go?"

Yuanzi looked around, but didn't see anyone except Xiaolan.

“We were fishing, but we caught a body, and now everyone is by the lake. I didn’t want to stay there, so I came back.”

"what?"

Sonoko's face immediately scrunched up.

We were out having fun, how did we end up with a corpse again?

Qingze came out of the room carrying a first-aid kit and greeted them when he saw them return.

"Mr. Qingze, did you wash your hair?"

Sonoko's gaze fell on Aozawa's wet hair, then on Ran in her yukata, recalling Ran's strange blush just now...

A moment of confusion flashed in her eyes, then a wise light that seemed to see through everything appeared.

Isn't this development a bit too fast?!

Seeing Sonoko Suzuki's expression, Aozawa's lips twitched.

He handed the first-aid kit to Ran Mouri, saying, "Put the first-aid kit back."

Upon seeing the first-aid kit, the idyllic scene in Sonoko Suzuki's mind quickly vanished. "Oh dear, is anyone injured?"

“We encountered an explosion yesterday, and Aze was injured in the back. I just changed his dressing,” Ran Mouri explained.

"Huh? How serious is it? Is it alright?" Sonoko said, grabbing her shoulders and shaking her angrily. "Why didn't you tell me about something as serious as an explosion?"

Ran Mouri was so dizzy from being shaken that she chuckled sheepishly and begged for mercy, "I just didn't have time to..."

Kyogoku Makoto looked over with concern, but Aozawa shook his head: "It's just a minor injury, nothing serious."

He looked at Ran Mouri and said, "Your yukata is too thin. You stay indoors, I'll go check on the lake."

"Ah."

"I'll go check it out too." Makoto Kyogoku also wanted to see what was going on, so he went along.

Once the boys left, only two girls remained in the room.

Sonoko Suzuki immediately turned her head, her eyes sparkling as she stared at Ran, a gossipy smile playing on her lips.

"Quick, tell me the truth!" She sidled up to Xiaolan, nudged her friend lightly with her elbow, and whispered, her voice filled with excited inquiry, "What does it feel like to touch abs?"

Ran Mouri's face flushed slightly, her eyes widening as a hint of panic flashed across them.

"How...how did you know?!"