Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

"Really not?"

"Really not. Under normal circumstances, I eat three meals a day on time."

"That's more like it." Ran Mouri was finally satisfied. She turned around and deftly ladled the cooked noodles into a bowl, sprinkled on some bright green scallions, and placed it on the table, pushing it in front of him.

"Eat quickly."

Aren't you going to eat?

Ran Mouri shook her head, pulled out a chair and sat down opposite him, resting her chin on her hands and looking at him with a smile: "I'm not hungry. Eating late at night will make you gain weight."

"You're not even a big star yet, and you're already strictly managing your weight?" Qingze picked up his chopsticks and looked at her. "Being too thin isn't healthy."

Thinking about how someone had previously used his body to binge eat, Ran Mouri scoffed, "It's not like I didn't care about my weight before."

Qingze wisely skipped the topic of weight, picked up a mouthful of bouncy noodles, blew on it, and put it in his mouth.

Immediately, his eyes lit up slightly, and he deliberately exclaimed in a tone of ecstatic delight, as if he had tasted an unparalleled delicacy:

"Wow... this is heavenly! The noodles are so chewy and springy, the broth is so flavorful, it warms you up from head to toe—" He picked up a bite with his chopsticks and eagerly held it to her lips, tempting her, "Really, don't you want a bite?"

Ran Mouri couldn't help but laugh out loud at his exaggerated performance, turning her head away: "If you like it, eat more, there's more in the pot."

"Alright, alright, then I'll enjoy it all by myself."

The small restaurant was warmly lit, filled with the aroma of food, carrying a scent of happiness.

After finishing the last bite of noodles, Qingze let out a satisfied sigh. When he looked up, he noticed the clock on the wall; the hands had quietly passed eleven.

"Why aren't you going home this late? Your dad's probably going to come over with his cane and break my legs."

Ran Mouri blinked, her tone as natural as if she were talking about today's weather:

“I told my parents I’ll rest here tonight.”

"what?"

Qingze stared at her in shock, nearly dropping his chopsticks.

“What do you mean, ‘Oh’? I told Mom and Dad that you had a relapse and were in a very bad state, and that’s when they agreed to help.”

Ran Mouri tilted her head slightly, a sly glint in her eyes.

Actually, Mom and Dad had a fight. Mom packed her things and went back to the apartment, while Dad went to comfort her. Neither of them will be home tonight.

Qingze's expression was somewhat subtle. "Um... in their eyes, I won't become a scheming boy who deliberately plays the victim and shows weakness, resorting to any means necessary?"

"Aren't you one too?" Ran Mouri tilted her head and asked back.

“…Okay, I am.”

Qingze sighed.

What kind of image does he project in front of his parents-in-law now?

"I called you today, why didn't you answer?" Ran Mouri's gaze was somewhat dangerous.

Qingze was taken aback, put down his chopsticks, and looked for his phone in the clothes he had changed out of.

He walked back and handed her the phone, which was completely turned off, his eyes innocent. "I don't know when it ran out of battery and turned off automatically... It wasn't on purpose."

Ran Mouri glanced at the black-screened phone, then at his sincere, even slightly ingratiating, expression, before the dangerous glint in her eyes gradually faded.

"I'll forgive you this time."

She extended a finger and gently tapped his chest. "Next time you're not feeling well, you must tell me! Don't keep it to yourself, okay?"

"Okay, I understand." Qingze grasped her finger that was touching his chest and replied with a smile.

After finishing their noodles, the two cleaned up together.

Qingze put the dishes and chopsticks into the dishwasher and pressed the start button.

While Ran Mouri turned around to tidy up the kitchen counter, he suddenly approached from behind, put his arm around her waist, and gently lifted her up in his arms.

"Ah!" Ran Mouri exclaimed softly, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Since you don't need to rush back tonight, then sleep with me."

Qingze carried her towards the bedroom, looking down at her with a gentle and bright smile in his eyes, his tone carrying a hint of triumphant pleasure.

Ran Mouri's cheeks instantly flushed red, like the softest sunset glow. She buried her burning cheeks in his neck and softly hummed in agreement.

The soft bed sank deep into my skin.

Qingze lay on his side, holding Mouri Ran firmly in his arms, his chin gently resting on the top of her head.

The fresh and pleasant fragrance wafted from her hair, and he couldn't help but take a deep sniff, feeling that he could never get enough of it.

"orchid."

He called her softly, his voice sounding exceptionally clear and gentle in the quiet night.

"Ok?"

Ran Mouri shifted in his arms, finding a more comfortable position.

"Lan~"

He called out again, the last syllable drawn out, with a touch of coquettish sweetness.

"what happened?"

Ran Mouri looked up, amused, and stared at him in the dim light.

"Lan~~"

That call was drawn out in a roundabout way, as if deliberately tormenting someone.

Ran Mouri finally couldn't help but laugh out loud, raising her hand to gently pinch his cheek: "What's wrong? Hmm?"

Qingze grabbed her hand and moved it down.

"Could you please help me one more time?"

Ran Mouri flinched, her face flushed red, and she pulled her hand back as if she had been electrocuted.

"no!"

"Please help me, please!"

"no!!"

"I'm really in so much pain, please, please~~"

"You can solve it yourself."

"That's different..."

"They're all hands, what's the difference?"

"It feels different."

"Lan~ Lan~ Lan~ Please~"

Ran Mouri succumbed to this torturous method of pouting and cajoling.

Some things are just too dangerous to start, because once you start, you can't stop them.

After both her hands became sore, Ran Mouri once again regretted her impulsive decision that night.

Chapter 553 Do you know how much you deserve a beating?

Dream.

Qingze stared speechlessly at the two identical versions of himself in front of him.

"Why is there one more?"

One of the Qingzes looked at him speechlessly.

"You're asking me? Who should I ask?" Qingze said, glancing at him. "When something happens, you don't think about the reasons yourself, you always think about asking others."

Qingze was extremely displeased. "What kind of look is that?"

Another chair suddenly appeared at Qingze's feet. He stood on the chair, crossed his arms, and looked down at Qingze.

"How disgusting! Are you blind? Can't you see it?"

Qingze: "......."

The fist hardened.

"Do you know how much you deserve a beating?"

"I know, I did it on purpose."

Qingze: "......."

"Come on, if I don't beat you to death today, I'll change my surname to yours!"

"Hey, you already have my last name."

The other Qingze took two steps back, pulled out a handful of melon seeds, and watched them fight with a blank expression.

Then Qingze appeared next to him, grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds from his hand, and said, "These two are so childish."

The indifferent Qingze stared speechlessly at his empty palm.

"what do you?"

When questioned, Qingze looked at the two Qingzes who were fighting and said, "That one should be [Mischievous], that one should be [Irritable], you are [Cold-hearted], and I should be [Wise]."

The two Qingzes who were fighting stopped at the same time, looked over, their gazes were speechless, and they said in unison:

"Are you trying to concoct the Seven Deadly Sins here?!"

Qingze, who was speaking, held up a finger and waved it, "NO, NO, NO, the Seven Deadly Sins are too low-level."

[Coldly] Qingze pulled out another handful of melon seeds, "We are [Three Souls and Seven Spirits]."

Qingze waved his hand again, "Three souls and seven spirits? NO, NO, NO! We are [Emotions]!"

Another Qingze appeared, pulled out a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, put them on, put one hand on his hip and the other on his glasses, "No, we are your various personalities, you have a split personality!"

The two Qingzes who were fighting looked at them speechlessly, "Can you guys unify yourselves first?"

"It's definitely an emotion. If you don't believe me, I'll bring out my depression."

Dejected, Qingze slumped in the corner, seemingly invisible.

"In a state of emo, please do not disturb."

"Waaaaah, you guys are so scary." A Qingze pretended to cry, raising her pinky finger.

Instantly, everyone in the room turned to look.

[Depression] stood up.

No one spoke; several fists surrounded "Green Tea."

"Everyone, stop fighting! Can't we just get along peacefully?" Another Qingze came out to watch the commotion.

Six, seven, eight... Before long, a football team was assembled.

"This is too much!"

"What exactly is going on?"

"Hasn't it already been stated that it's an emotion?"

"What happened before? Wasn't there only one?"

"How would I know? I just popped up here myself."

"Use your clever brain and think of something!"

"I don't want to use my brain."

"Where is wisdom? Where is rationality? Hurry up."

"If you ask me, killing you all would naturally end it."

"I'll kill you first!"

"Stop fighting! Please stop fighting!"