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

He gently put Belmod on the edge of the bed and sat down, then leaned over and squatted in front of her and asked, "Where did it twist?" "

The ankles... Slipped for a moment...," Belmod whispered.

She was embarrassed to say that it was because she heard his movement and accidentally slipped with joy.

Otoi Hiroshi held his snow-white slender ankles, looked at the smooth pink instep, the cute toes curled up slightly, and then stretched out his finger and poked a certain part.

"Is it here?"

"It's not."

"Is that here?"

"Nor is it."

"Here?"

"Hmm... It hurts...," Belmod muttered.

"I heard that saliva is good for speeding up blood circulation, or else..." joked Otoihiro.

"It's not impossible." Belmode suddenly became interested, propped his slender arms on the bed, and then raised his ankles in front of him.

Otoi Hiroshi stared at the pink tenderness in front of him, swallowed his saliva and said embarrassedly: "Just kidding, I'll help you knead it first, if it's not good tomorrow, I'll take you to the hospital tomorrow, if you can't stand the pain now, take you now, how do you feel?" "

It shouldn't be a fracture, just an ordinary contusion, just rub it..." said Belmode, biting his lip, with some regret in his eyes.

It was slowly raining outside the window, and the sound of the rain reached the ears of the two.

Otoihiro's palm touched Belmode's wrist, but he didn't think much about it, in fact, he hadn't thought much about anything else since he entered the bathroom, and what he said just now was just a momentary hi.

He took a hot breath on his palm, and then gently rubbed Belmode's wrist, not bothering.

Belmod squinted and stared at him silently, occasionally his toes would hook when he hurt, and Otoi Hiroshi would move lightly when he saw it.

After more than ten minutes, neither of them spoke again, but they were not silent because of embarrassment.

It's all just serious.

He seriously held her ankles and rubbed them, squatting tiredly and sat down on the ground, resting her feet on his thighs.

She looked at him seriously, her eyes confused.

"Thank you, Bad boy." She leaned over and kissed him on the forehead.

Otoi Hiroshi shrugged: "Nothing.

Belmod reached out and stroked his slightly messy hair, his eyes bloodshot.

Why did you have contact with that woman....

"How's it going?" Otoi Hiroshi raised his head to look at her.

Belmod nodded: "It's already much better."

Then Belmode lifted the bath towel and changed into the nightdress handed over by Hiroshi Otoi, and then shrunk his whole body into the quilt, but the white and cute feet were exposed outside the quilt.

The slip nightdress tightly wrapped around the snow mound on the chest, and a slight snow-white gully was exposed to the air.

"Since it's okay, then I'll go to sleep in the next room." Otoi Hiroshi turned and prepared to leave.

The overly disorganized relationship made him a little uncomfortable here.

Last time it was nothing more than a drunken mess... That's it.

"Wait..." Belmode got up, reached out and grabbed the belt around his waist, then jerked it.

Otoihiro's body suddenly fell towards the bed.

Otoi Hiroshi was on the bed with one hand at this time, half of his body was pressed against her body, Otoi Hiroshi looked at her shocked eyes, a slightly flustered expression, and a little alcohol on his body accompanied by the aroma of shower gel into the nasal cavity.

He moved closer. The tip of his nose touched the tip of hers, and then he looked into her eyes, his lips moving slightly, and the softness of Belmode's chest was against his.

"What do you want to do?"

He heard her heartbeat and plopped.

Through the thin nightdress, I felt that Belmode's body was soft and warm, and the snow-white and tender neck was pink and made people want to take a bite.

The night was still long, and the rain outside the window had not stopped.

Otoi Hiroshi looked into her eyes, her face flushed from drunkenness, her slightly confused eyes, and the shyness and embarrassment that gently bit her lips and showed between her eyebrows.

"You..." Seeing that Belmod didn't speak, Otoi wanted to ask again.

"You're holding my hair, baby."

Otoi Hiroshi was stunned for a moment.

"You're holding my hair..." Belmod patted his arm.

Otoi Hiroshi quickly raised his arm that was propped up on the side, and then he was pressed under Belmode, who suddenly attacked.

"What are you going to do...?" asked Otoi Hiroshi subconsciously.

Belmode hooked the corners of his mouth, one hand pressed to his chest, the other hand reached for his belt....

"I thought you really didn't react at all." She blinked.

Then blushed and lowered his head.

Hiroshi Otoi felt her amazing massage technique.

I suddenly understood why so many people had said a sentence in my previous life:

young people don't know how good their aunt is, and they mistakenly regard the girl for a treasure.

The night is still long....

The rain kept falling....

So, while Belmod had just fallen asleep, Otoi Hiroshi grabbed his underwear to protect him, ready to sneak away.

However, as soon as he turned his body to the bed, Belmod attached himself like an octopus.

"Since you're not sleepy yet... Then..." she stuck out her tongue and rolled Hiroshi Otoi's earlobe into it.

When I woke up the next day, the sky was still gloomy, my spirit was tired, and my body was tired.

Auntie is good, don't be greedy, brothers.

"Is it already so lively in the morning?" Belmode touched its head.

Otoi Hiroshi took a deep breath and turned to press her under him.

"I fought with you!!"

An hour later, Belmode's nightdress had been torn to shreds, his white body was full of pinching marks and beads of sweat left by Hiroshi Otoi, and the whole person was paralyzed on the bed with confused eyes.

Otoi Hiroshi sighed, leaned against the end of the bed and lit a cigarette.

After exhaling a heavy breath of smoke, the phone vibrates.

Otoi Hiroshi took his phone from the bedside table, and it was a picture sent by Koizumi Hongko.

In the picture, the girl presses her calves and soles of her feet to the outside of her thighs, and her hips are completely close to the ground, sitting on the bed like a duck.

She held a small bowl in one hand and leaned on her face, shallow closed one eye, eyelashes curved, cheeks flushed pink, and a super cute pink nightdress, because it was shot at a 45-degree angle, a touch of snow white and deep ravines could be seen on her chest, and her fair and tender thighs were exposed under the hem of the skirt.

There is also a message from her below the picture.

"Like it? Brother-sama. "

Finally, there is a [playful] expression.

At this moment, Belmode seemed to slow down, got out of the crook of his arm, rested his head on his chest and looked at the picture on his phone.

"Is this your little girlfriend?" There was something sour in her tone.

[Question: Why don't polar bears eat penguins? 】