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

Chapter 214

The clouds outside the window gradually dissipated, and wisps of sunlight shone obliquely again, as if everything just now seemed like a joke of God.

I threw aside all the bandages that had been undone and glanced at Chris Wynyard.

She immediately understood what I meant, and then raised her two slender arms high and lazily draped them behind her.

Undulating twin peaks, almost perfect body curves, elegant and languid posture and slightly flushed cheeks.

Damn, what a foul.

"What's wrong?" She asked, tilting her chin.

My hand holding the medicine hovered in the air: "No, nothing. "

After saying that I want to pump myself a big mouth, what am I staggering?

"You..." her ethereal voice swirled through the air, then she looked down at me with a smile, "It won't be shy." "

As soon as I looked up, I immediately lowered my head again.

She has no hair under her armpits.

"Nope." I started medicating her wound.

Seeing me like this, she closed her eyes a little bored.

In the hotel room, all that remained was the wrapping of bandages and the very light rustle of my fingertips sliding over the bandages.

Twenty seconds later.

"Okay."

As I got up and opened the distance, she also lowered her delicate arms, and her long pale blonde hair was scattered like a waterfall, covering her beautiful back like snow jade.

I don't look at me, "If nothing else, I'll go first." "

Well," Chris Wynyard shook his leg gently, "I'm hungry."

"Aren't you afraid that I run away when I buy food?" I mocked coldly.

Her legs stopped shaking, and her crystal toes were slightly cocked, "Don't you dare."

I stood still for a long time, and finally sighed helplessly.

"I'll check out the nearby breakfast place, and there's no guarantee of what to eat."

When I first reached the door, she suddenly spoke.

"Come back."

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and turned around.

She pointed to the nightdress that had been thrown aside, "Help me put it on." "

When I picked up my nightdress, she stretched her arms very consciously.

I pinched the nightdress, I don't know what material it is, in short, it is soft, it feels good.

Pinching the shoulder straps on both sides of the nightdress, they ran through her arms, and the back of his fingers inadvertently slid over her side breasts.

When her cold and pretty face emerges from the middle of the shoulder straps on both sides, two completely different attributes of maturity and cuteness are revealed on her body at the same time.

I subconsciously let go of my hand, and the soft skirt slipped down her waist.

"Hey," she pulled her long hair out of her nightdress, then lifted her legs and hooked her toes on my calves, "Go buy food." "

......

At

night, when I was thinking about how to spend the long night.

Chris Wynyard sat in the chair next to the bed bathed in the moonlight, and she lay there comfortably with her eyes closed, her legs erected in a charming color in the moonlight.

Whenever I thought she was asleep, she let out another dispensable "um."

The empty room, the soft moonlight, and the beautiful she blended into the night.

The slightly relaxed atmosphere made me gradually close my eyes.

......

When I opened my eyes, it was early morning the next day.

The white bed has a little open window, and under the breeze, the light and thin curtains sway like jellyfish.

The first thing you see is not the ceiling, nor the window, but a pretty little face close at hand.

Chris Wynyard.

Her arms were clinging to my back, her proud chest was clinging to mine, her slender right leg passed through the gap between my legs, pressing against my thighs, and I felt as if I was firmly locked by the tentacles of an octopus.

I tried to get out without waking her up. But every time I pulled out a little, she tied it tighter.

I couldn't figure out what the situation was now, let alone what to do, and for the first time in my life, I was full of confusion about the future.

......

Later, our exchange looked like this.

Her: It's time for a dressing change.

Me: Get dressed.

Her: It's time for a dressing change.

Me: How did your pajamas slip off your shoulders?

Her: It's time for a dressing change.

Me: You're already fine.

Her: It's time for a dressing change.

Me: Hmm.

Her: I don't want to change my dressing.

Me: No.

Three months later

....

Chris Wynyard in a simple and luxurious bath, revealing his shoulders and collarbones soaked red by hot water.

When I walked into the bathroom with my bare ass, she didn't react and just pointed in the direction of the shower.

The moment I turned on the switch, a dense stream of water rushed down the shower, soaking my eyes and hair.

After a minute

, the water was turned off and my hands slid all the way from my cheeks to the back of my head to drain the water.

Opening her eyes, she stretched out her finger and ticked at me.

I sat on the edge of the bathtub and slid down, and she immediately slipped into my arms.

One hand wrapped around her soft waist, the other hand pulled aside a few strands of hair stuck to her neck, and then kissed it, she fell back and let out a soft gasp.

......

If it hadn't been for that last thing, I would have thought it would have been forever.

My silent heart beats because of her.

It's just that all this is just a dream of mine after all.

After waking up, I chose to return to Japan, to the home that I hated so much.

In front of Alfie, I behaved very well and didn't let her see a problem.

Other people don't pay attention to my changes.

For me, life seems to be over.

However, the sun still radiates light and heat, and when the wind blows, the lush ginkgo leaves are still like churning seawater.

In the long river of time, I am only the most inconspicuous one, and the identity of the so-called heir of the Otoi family has brought me nothing but pain.

It's just a pity, and there are still many things that have not been done.

At the end of the day, I'm just a cowardly selfish ghost who speaks high-sounding words and ends up just escaping.

My life was undoubtedly a failure.

When my heart stopped beating, my heart was filled with infinite regret.

If, I did not run away.

If I could, I could do better.

If I could avenge my mother with my own hands.

If only I could uncover that lost darkness.

It's a pity that my youth is a dark storm, dotted with stars, leaking bright sunlight.

In this game where life is at stake, I lost.

I am sorry to be born human.

God-sama, please respond to me.

I would like to use my soul as an elegy and play the final requiem.

Even if you are lost in the lake of fate, may you see the last light.

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