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

【Looks like I won】

Otoi Hiroshi returned a cold stare.

The other hand also reached under the table.

Belmode suddenly remembered the embarrassment of that night.

"no, do not want."

"too late."

Otoi Hiroshi smiled slightly, and stretched out his hand to stroke the familiar arch of his foot again.

Belmode trembled all over.

A strong itching and numbness came to my heart from the soles of my feet.

The strong stimulation made her tense her body like a bow.

After seeing her expression, Otoi Hiroshi finally confirmed it thoroughly.

The sole of the foot is her Achilles' heel.

As Otoi Hiroshi accelerated his movements, Belmode twisted wantonly on the chair.

The neatly wrapped bath towel was also rubbed out of shape, and her white and tender skin was pink.

Then, the white towel slipped off the twin peaks.

Time seemed to pause at this moment, and Hiroshi Otoi stopped what he was doing.

The two stared at each other for a few seconds.

Belmode's cheeks were slightly red, and he put his arms across his chest, covering the indescribable holy light.

"Bad Boy," she said softly.

"Sorry." Hiroshi Otoi put down her soft jade feet.

Belmode simply tore off all the towels and threw them on the chair next to him.

Just like that, she walked in front of Otoni Hiroshi, gently embraced his neck, and leaned on her lower abdomen.

"It's all right, my littlerascal."

Faced with this situation, even Hiroshi Otoi didn't know what to do.

He could only let her mountain peak press on his forehead, and feel the wonderful fragrance from the snow-white skin.

艹

[Hawaii didn’t teach this, what should I do now, wait online, urgent! ! ! 】

Otoi Hiroshi roared silently in his heart.

But Belmode didn't do anything else, but rewrapped the bath towel, held the goblet and walked to the window.

At this time, her mobile phone on the sofa rang, and Belmode walked over to pick it up.

Then she sat on the sofa and stretched her beautiful legs.

"Good evening, Bourbon."

Otoi Hiroshi turned his head and took a look.

Toru Amuro?

Why is he calling so late?

"What are you doing? Your voice is trembling?" Amuro asked.

Belmode's hand gripped the phone suddenly, and then slowly released it.

"I just finished taking a bath, maybe it's a little hot." She replied.

In fact, he laughed so hard just now that he couldn't breathe now.

"I found a new part-time job and found some interesting things."

"Hey... where is it?" She asked curiously.

"Cafe Poirot."

"I see. Well, good luck to you, and I've got some skin care to do after the shower."

"What are you talking about, even if you don't do anything, you are always so beautiful."

"Good night."

Hiroshi Otoi narrowed his eyes, has Toru Amuro already appeared?

Interesting.

Perhaps because of the embarrassment just now, both of them drank red wine, glass after glass.

until the bottom of the bottle is empty.

At night, just as Hiroshi Otoi lay down, Belmode walked in wearing a thin white nightgown.

"What are you doing?" Otoni Hiroshi sat up in shock.

"Do it," she said.

So, Otoi Hiroshi turned sideways and looked at Belmode who was lying beside him and said speechlessly: "You know that's not what I meant."

"It doesn't matter." She leaned over and put her arms around him.

"Being by your side is always so reassuring." She buried her face in Otoni Hiroshi's chest and gently sniffed his scent.

The strong masculine scent and the faint scent of laundry detergent on the pajamas were all absorbed into her nostrils.

"To be honest, I really don't understand you, Belmode." Otoi said seriously.

Belmode raised his head and put his finger on his lips.

"You leave your memory as a flame, tomylonelylampofseparation."

Chapter 113

"Ok?"

Otoi Hiroshi understood the meaning of this sentence, but not hers.

Belmode gently stroked his cheek and said softly: "Although I don't know why you forgot those days in New York, I'm really glad to see you again."

"New York?" Hiroshi Otoi thought calmly.

"Sorry, got some head injuries in training in Hawaii," he said.

"It's okay, I remember everything, including the tenderness you left for me..."

Belmode shook his head, and under the moonlight, Otoi Hiroshi faintly saw the pink on her cheeks.

"Everything... Fuck, my predecessor wouldn't give her to..." Otoni Hiroshi was terrified.

"I'll remind you, dear." Belmode said suddenly.

Otoi Hiroshi didn't know how to answer, and it was easy to be exposed if he said too much, so he simply nodded in agreement with her words.

Belmode stuck his whole body up, grabbed his hand and interlocked his fingers.

The affection in the beautiful eyes seemed to overflow.

She kissed her directly, and the cold and soft touch made Hiroshi Otoi give up resistance.

She broke his jaw open so recklessly, greedily grabbing everything that belonged to him.

Just when her attack was a little tired, Hiroshi Otoi seized the opportunity and directly bullied her.

Belmode, known as the "Witch with Thousand Faces", was right in front of him at this moment.

All her coldness and pride turned into the light in her eyes that was about to drip out of water.

He has long since lost his so-called sanity.

Stretching out her hand and pinching her chin, she raised her red face, her lips fell on her forehead, eyes, nose, and finally, she couldn't control the temptation.

Taking advantage of the wine, taking advantage of the moonlight, I kissed the jewel-like softness.

But how could the "Thousand Transformation Witch" be so easy to deal with?

When Otoi Hiroshi was about to retire, Belmode directly embraced his neck.

The poles are reversed.

His pajamas and her nightgown flew straight into the air and danced under the moon.

Two pieces of snow jade were hanging down, shaking wantonly in front of the eyes.

Hiroshi Otoi swallowed his saliva, feeling like a fire was burning all over his body.

The last sanity also disappeared.

Belmode's eyes were fiery.

Putting his hands on his waist, he lifted his chin high.

The famous words from the previous life resounded in his heart.

"Mandarin ducks are trapped in a double night, and a pear tree crushes crabapples."

It's just that pear blossoms are not pear blossoms, and crabapple is not crabapple.

……

The next day, Otoni Hiroshi woke up rubbing his sleepy eyes.

The quilt was neatly covered on his body.

He suddenly realized something, and suddenly grabbed one side of the quilt and lifted it up.

"No?!"

and many more.

He blinked hard, thinking desperately about what happened last night.