Conan: My Old Sister Maurilan

The boy's words came again.

Xiao Ai wanted to give the boy a curled lip expression, expressing jealousy and contempt.

Is this still normal?

At least Xiao Ai has tried a lot of black coffee, and even tasted black coffee made by a specially invited barista when participating in some research meetings with Dr. A Li.

But the finish and taste are not as mellow as the boy's black coffee.

The most difficult thing to control black coffee is not the aroma stimulated by the coffee beans themselves, nor the mellowness controlled by ingredients, proportions, production, and quality.

It's the 'bitterness' that freshens the entire mouth at that moment.

Second thing, it's black coffee.

Xiao Ai was sure once again that the boy in front of him definitely knew him well, even Edogawa couldn't remember that he liked black tea and black coffee.

Take three more sips, and the coffee cup leaves your mouth.

"Excessive modesty is pride... I understand this sentence deeply now."

Because the taste is mellow, Xiao Ai couldn't help trying a few more sips, and when she didn't want to drink, she left the coffee cup from her mouth.

Enthusiasm is shown in the pupils when 'want to continue tasting', and frowns are lightly frowned when 'it is appropriate', not because of resistance, but because of wanting to prolong the enjoyment time.

Carefulness that Edogawa couldn't match.

Or is it that Edogawa didn't give himself this 'carefulness'...

"Haha, should I be criticizing or rewarding?"

He pursed his lips and smiled lightly.

Gongsheng accepted this fair evaluation, picked up the cookies again, and delivered them to Xiao Ai's mouth, as a return gift.

"criticize!"

Literally heavy tone.

Dead fish stared at the boy who was smiling but not repulsive.

Even if it was Edogawa and Mao Lilan, Xiao Ai would be hurt by their strong sense of justice and sunny smiles when they met for the first time, creating a sense of rejection that does not belong to a world.

Like the sun, it rewards sunlight, but for many animals, it is torture and burning.

"That's fine, this is my compensation and apology, please forgive my brother, my daughter."

She called her daughter, and called herself brother.

Skillful idioms...

So much so that Ayumi who was on the side could feel that Gongsheng's words were wrong, and wanted to go forward to tell this handsome big brother, but he couldn't refuse the cookies made by this big brother.

One mouthful after another.

Even gaining weight and tooth decay can't stop Ayumi from eating biscuits until she's full, because they are so delicious.

"Kacha...Kacha...You should still call me Xiaoai."

He is not the sun, but a foul boy like the bright moon.

When the other party jokingly calls 'daughter', he will also show pampering movements. While enjoying the other party's care, on the other hand, he knows that he is just talking, and he has no rebellious psychology.

When I heard 'brother' again, the complaint that was joked by the other party would be vented instantly. The stupid sentence the boy put forward, plus the weak 'brother' calling himself, would make people forgive him involuntarily.

"Okay, Xiao Ai."

It appears to be approved.

The current self has a little bit of value being used by a cute girl like Xiuzhen doll in front of her.

Male students enjoy the joy of throwing and feeding.

When I was approaching, I could smell the astringent smell of the girl's body after the sweat had dried up, and her hair was also in the shape of a straw nest because of the rain and lack of care.

What a lovely little mourner, at the moment there is only infinite embarrassment.

Sometimes, Gongsheng thinks, maybe this girl leaves Conan, does not make the so-called 'antidote', and will never come into contact with the organization again.

It would be better to live as a local leisurely king.

"Hey, you've been staring at my face for ten minutes—are you a pervert?!"

The essence of the boy is revealed in one sentence.

The queen's eyes of "killing you" are projected on the boy's face. Although Xiao Ai does not feel disgusted with him, she also discovers the boy's essential character in the contact.

A masochistic boy.

You can shake your face appropriately, and act like a baby if you make a small request, the other party will [-]% not refuse, and they will enjoy it.

"Um, no... drink coffee, it's getting cold."

Why is it so exciting to be attacked.

Or is it that I like to be bullied by the seven-year-old girl in front of me, especially enjoy the pleasure of being killed by the eyes, and then smile back at the other party, and warm the other party with more gentle movements.

The word 'tsundere' keeps popping up in my heart.