Conan: I really just want to fall in love with Haibara Ai

"Sir, you dissipate your anger... Young Master, he has no intention..." the old butler on the side hurriedly exhorted.

"Enough, I won't eat." Otoi Hiroshi slapped the table directly and ran out.

Seeing that Otoi Hiroshi's mood was not very stable, Eiffel, who was standing on the side, hurriedly followed.

"Sir." The old butler said softly.

"That's it, you go see him, and help me persuade him by the way." Tomoo Otoi waved his hand.

Otoi Hiroshi ran all the way to the pavilion in the courtyard, leaned against the stone pillar, and buried his head in his knees.

He kept sobbing and sobbing constantly.

He hadn't seen his mother since he could remember.

"Mom..."

At this time, the sunlight in front of him was blocked, and by the time he reacted, his head had been buried in the girl's slightly raised chest.

"Young Master, I don't know how to comfort people, it's just that Eiffel doesn't want to see you sad." She kept rubbing Otoihiro's hair.

"Eiffel..." Otoi Hiroshi looked up at her face.

The morning breeze swept up the green leaves that fell on the ground, the dappled sunlight shone behind her, and her beautiful cold face was reflected in his pupils.

"Young Master..." In Eiffel's cold blue eyes, water waves.

Under Otoihiro's shocked gaze, Eiffel suddenly leaned down.

She took off the pure black and delicate small high heels on her feet, revealing a pair of tender white and lustrous jade feet, and knelt in front of him.

"Eiffel, you, what are you going to do...?" asked Otoi cautiously.

"Young Master..." she bit her teeth lightly and pursed her red lips.

"Eiffel!"

The cold and soft side made the sleeping Otoi Hiroshi suddenly sit up.

With the hazy night, the cicada chirping outside the window is like a whisper from a dream.

"Are you awake?" Belmod raised his head, his fingertips hooking the hair at the corner of his mouth to one side, and his eyes flashed with confusion.

Otoi Hiroshi rubbed his forehead, then met Belmode's eyes and blinked.

"It's you," Hiroshi Otoi sighed.

"Did it wake you up?" Belmod said with a smile.

Otoi Hiroshi shuddered.

"Sure enough, you feel very comfortable..." Belmod leaned into his ear and breathed.

"I'm not welcome if you do this again." Otoi Hiroshi said lightly.

Belmod pushed him down with his palms on his chest, and wrapped his legs around his waist with the ankles of his legs, and Otoi subconsciously held the sides of her waist.

Pull her down.

Caught off guard, the hemispheres and soft elasticity of Belmode's chest squeezed his chest, and the soft fragrance spilled on his lips, and he could kiss the distance he could reach when he lowered his head.

The pale blonde hair was dyed silver white by the moonlight and fell on the tip of his nose, and the sweet smell of the shampoo instantly eroded his entire nasal cavity.

"You can try." She said.

"I find you look more beautiful in your nightdress than when you don't." Otoihiro's hands kept swimming around her soft waist.

"Hmph," Belmod suddenly flipped over, lay down beside him and closed his eyes, "I'm asleep, and I won't know what you do."

"Ah, what do you mean?" Through the moonlight outside the window, Otoi Hiroshi looked at Belmode's pretty side face, smiled and gently hugged her back, and through the light nightdress, he could still feel the smooth touch of her back.

Belmode's eyelashes trembled slightly, and a red frost of anger appeared on his face.

Just as he was about to open his eyes, he felt Hiroshi Otoi's lips pressed up.

He roughly pried open his teeth and poked in.

Belmod snorted, constantly responding to him.

Then Otoihiro's body temperature disappeared from her side, and she opened her eyes in disappointment.

The next moment, Otoi Hiroshi had touched Belmode's feet. Hands gripping her slender ankles, pulling up.

The pure white nightdress curled back with his movements.

"What are you going to do?!" Belmod was propped up on the bed with his back propped up, his hair ragged, and crimson covered his cheeks in panic.

......

The next day

, the wind whistling outside the window made the leaves rumble, the dense dark clouds blocked the sunlight, and the room was extremely dark.

The sound of the rain continued to echo, and Otoi Hiroshi suddenly opened his eyes.

Because of the rain, the house is also filled with a hint of coolness.

Stretched out his finger and picked out the hair of Belmode, who didn't know when it was in his mouth.

At this time, Belmode's slender and slender beautiful legs rested on Otoi Hiroshi's legs, his arms wrapped around his waist, and his head was buried in his chest.

Otoi Hiroshi felt like he was being absorbed tightly by an octopus, completely unable to move.

With his left hand resting on her shoulder, his thumb slid back and forth on her delicate collarbone, then flipping his right arm to reach for the phone on the nightstand.

"At 14:30, it's already afternoon..."

Otoi patted her arm gently, "It's up."

Belmod didn't speak, just moved his body and pressed completely against Otoihiro, wrapping his arms tightly around his neck.

A soft "hmm" came out of his mouth.

Otoi Hiroshi put down the phone, turned his body, and pressed his palm against her slightly sunken spine, constantly rubbing it.

Belmode's head buried in his collarbone shook, and the soft strands of hair tickled Otoihiro's face.

"If you don't get up again, I'm going to do something weird."

Belmode closed her eyes, as if she hadn't woken up yet, if she hadn't reached out and reached for the covers....

Otoi Hiroshi groaned softly and pinched her upturned buttocks.

"Well, enough last night, right? Aren't you still going on at the hospital today?

Otoi Hiroshi bowed and dodged her hand.

Belmod opened his eyes and looked up at Hiroshi Otoi's handsome, slouchy face, scraping his chest with his long nails.

"You're not honest, I obviously said no, and I'm still so energetic today."

Otoi Hiroshi laughed dryly, "Because young energy recovers relatively quickly, and it's not those uncles who are in their thirties."

She lowered her head again and pressed her face to Otoihiro's arm.

"Hmph, next time I won't believe your nonsense, unless you beg for mercy."

"Belmode, I want to ask you a question." Otoi Hiroshi held her restless little hand.

Some itching.

"Huh?"

"Why do you like me?"

"Are there any girls who don't like you?"

"...," Otoi Hiroshi probably counted the CPs of those original childhood sweethearts, and it seemed that there were really a lot.

Belmode stretched out his hand and pressed his palm to Otoihiro's cheek, "In this world, only you can make me feel concerned, I long to be with you, no matter what, this time I won't let you escape again..."

[Question: As we all know, Yang Yang is a military art school grass, who was it before? ] 】