Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

That wretched guy! Once he recovers, I'll make him pay!

[Bonus Chapter] I want to commit a crime, you know?

A cool night breeze blew as Ran Mouri stood on the riverbank, watching the cherry blossoms slowly drift down from the trees.

Spring has arrived, and the cherry blossoms are in bloom.

Qingze has been inside her for three months.

For the past three months, what she knew was what he knew, what she felt was what he felt; there could be no closer relationship than this.

During this time, Ran Mouri's life was far from quiet.

She continued taking acting classes and studying, occasionally disguising herself as Qingze to go out for a stroll and make an appearance.

A petal drifted down and landed in her palm.

Suddenly, a warm sensation came from the Pandora in my pocket.

"I can recover now."

As Qingze's voice echoed in her mind, Ran Mouri's eyes lit up, a delighted smile bloomed on her face, and she turned and quickly walked back.

"go home!"

Her pace quickened, from walking to running, and from running to sprinting.

The wind whistled past her ears as she rushed back to Qingze's residence as fast as she could.

The room was still as she had cleaned it, neat and quiet, with moonlight streaming in through the window, spreading a silvery-white light across the floor.

Ran Mouri casually turned on the light, and the warm light instantly filled the entire space.

Pandora floated out from her chest, the crystal-clear gem suspended in mid-air, radiating a constantly flowing iridescent light.

A warm power surged from Pandora, as if something was being gently peeled away from her body.

She sensed Qingze leaving.

"Don't be afraid."

His voice echoed in my mind one last time, gentle yet resolute.

Ran Mouri bit her lip, her eyes uncontrollably reddening.

Pandora transformed into a ball of light, expanding, contracting, and expanding again in the center of the living room, like a beating heart.

The iridescent light spun faster and faster, gradually outlining the silhouette of a human figure.

First the skeleton, then the muscles, and finally the skin, filling, condensing, and solidifying it little by little.

The whole process took only a dozen seconds, but it felt like an eternity.

The light suddenly disappeared.

There was an extra person in the center of the living room.

His short, black hair fell slightly messily over his forehead. His features were deep and distinct, with high brow bones, a straight nose, and a sharp jawline.

He stood naked on the floor, his body tall and well-proportioned, his muscles firm, his shoulders broad and his waist narrow.

Moonlight streamed in through the window, casting a silvery-white rim around him.

He slowly opened his eyes, revealing his dark pupils.

He looked at her and gave her a faint smile.

Ran Mouri's face flushed red from the base of her neck to the top of her head, and heat emanated from every pore.

She suddenly covered her eyes with both hands.

"You, you, you, you—!!"

A soft chuckle came from in front of me.

Qingze's voice was no longer just an echo in his mind—it was real, clear, and his own voice, resounding in the quiet living room.

"As expected... clothes weren't included when it reformed."

Ran Mouri peeked through her fingers and saw him look down at his body, then touch his face, before looking up at her with an unusually wicked smile.

"You've seen this so many times, why are you still reacting so strongly?"

"How can that be the same!" Ran Mouri's voice came muffled from between her fingers, tinged with embarrassment and annoyance. "The past is the past, and now..."

She couldn't continue.

Qingze's smile widened. He tilted his head, brought his face close to Ran Mouri's head, and looked at her through his fingers, his tone teasing.

"If you want to watch, just watch openly. Why are you being so sneaky?"

Ran Mouri sewed her fingers shut with a snap, turned her back to him, and even the base of her ears turned a transparent pink from the heat.

"Hurry up and get dressed! Get dressed!"

"Alright alright……"

There was a rustling sound behind me, followed by Qingze's voice: "Alright, turn around."

Ran Mouri took a deep breath and turned around.

Qingze casually wrapped his lower body with a blanket from the sofa, revealing his well-defined upper body.

Her short, black hair was a little messy, which accentuated her well-defined face, giving her an air of lazy composure.

He stood there, his dark eyes looking at her, the corners of his lips slightly curved, with a hint of a smile that wasn't quite a smile.

"How's my new body? Want to touch it?"

Ran Mouri tried hard to make her expression look normal, but she just couldn't suppress the corners of her mouth.

She walked up to him without hesitation and reached out to touch his face—a fresh, warm touch came from her fingertips.

She then pinched her arms, pressed her chest, and then her abs...

It's real.

It's warm.

Living and breathing.

Tears suddenly burst forth.

She hugged him tightly, burying her face in his shoulder, her arms wrapped around him tightly, as if she were embracing a lost treasure that had been found again.

Qingze didn't say anything, he just held her quietly, gently stroking her back with one hand, again and again.

“You’re really back…” Ran Mouri’s voice choked with emotion, yet tinged with a smile.

"Yes, I'm back."

She let go of his hand, cupped his face in her hands, and examined him closely.

She looked the same as before, but the wounds on her face were gone. Her complexion was healthy and rosy, and she looked even younger than before. Her eyes and brows were gentler, radiating a warmth like spring.

"Are your eyes normal now?" She looked into his dark eyes and reached out to touch his eyelids.

Qingze looked at her, his eyes filled with an indescribable tenderness.

"Yes, my hair has recovered too."

"Great!"

I'll never have to wear colored contact lenses again, and I won't have to worry about hair dye fading.

"Pinch my cheeks again."

Ran Mouri gently pinched it.

Qingze hissed, then laughed: "It hurts."

"Great! My pain sensation has returned!"

Ran Mouri felt like crying again; tears welled up in her eyes, but the corners of her mouth turned up in a smile.

Qingze raised his hand to wipe away her tears, lowered his head and gently kissed her forehead, his warm lips lingering on her skin for a long time.

"I'm going to change my clothes," he said softly.

"No."

Ran Mouri didn't let go; instead, she pushed him down onto the sofa with force.

Aoze leaned back in his chair, his sides sinking in. Ran Mouri straddled his lap, her hands on his chest, looking down at him.

Qingze swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing.

Ran Mouri looked at him, a wicked smile on her face just like he always did when he was being mischievous.

She placed her hand on his chest, feeling his heart beating below, and then reached out and squeezed it.

Her subordinate's body stiffened instantly, and Ran Mouri's smile grew even brighter.

"Weren't you just flirting with me?" She tilted her head. "Why is your body stiff now?"

Qingze looked at her, his gaze darkening.

The next second, he smirked, grabbed her waist, and pulled her forward.

Chest to chest, separated by a thin layer of fabric, Ran Mouri clearly felt something, and her body stiffened instantly.

Qingze leaned close to her ear, his warm breath gently caressing her earlobe: "Aren't you teasing me? Why is your body stiff, hmm?"

He gently bit her earlobe, his voice low and hooked: "So impatient?"

A hand slipped under her clothes and gently caressed her back, sending shivers down her spine.

“I want to commit a crime, you know that?” His voice was hoarse beyond recognition.

"You, you...you! You!" Ran Mouri's face flushed again, and her previous fierce demeanor crumbled instantly.

She tried to run, but Qingze held her tightly in his arms, preventing her from moving.

Qingze lifted her chin, looked at her blushing face, and smiled mischievously.

"Play with me? You need to practice some more..."

He lowered his head and kissed her.

It started gently, like a test, like a confirmation. The moment their lips touched, they both paused for a moment.

Qingze tightened his arms, pressing her deeper into his embrace, and his kiss became more forceful, filled with three months of pent-up longing and restraint.

Ran Mouri closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck.

The kiss slid from the lips to the jaw, then down the neck, lingering at the collarbone.

Ran Mouri's breathing became rapid, and her fingers unconsciously dug into her short black hair.

Qingze looked up at her, his eyes shining brightly, as if they held fire within them.

He took her hand, placed it on his waist, and guided her hand downwards inch by inch with his fingertips.

Ran Mouri's breath hitched.

“Aze…”

Her voice was so soft it seemed to melt away.

Qingze didn't speak, but lowered his head and buried his face in her neck, his forehead against her shoulder, his breath hot and rapid.

Moonlight streamed in through the window, falling quietly onto the floor.

Only the sounds of their intermittent breathing and the gradual overlap of their heartbeats filled the living room.

……

【Extra】Tomohiro Fukuda

After recovering, Qingze got busy.

Inheriting the Fukuda family's wealth is not easy.

First, "Tomohiro Fukuda" must be legally revived.