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

Chapter 213

"Yes, isn't the news on TV also broadcast? The person who found the silver-haired murderer is my precious son.

"However, when the police arrived after receiving the report, the silver-haired murderer had already committed suicide with a gun."

In the hotel, Chris Wynyard was sitting on the sofa with slender beautiful legs, and when she heard Kudo Yukiko's words on the phone, she smiled slightly, "How is Xiaolan, is her cold better?"

Kudo Yukiko glanced at Moriran, who was laughing at Shinichi on the side, and replied, "Lan-chan is much better now, although I burned for one night yesterday, but after sleeping for one night, my complexion is much better now, and the things that happened yesterday seem to have receded with her fever."

"By the way, can you help me relay a word to Xiaolan," Chris Wynyard gently covered his waist, "and you tell her—you're right, I found my angel too."

"Oh, that's pretty good." Kudo Yukiko said with a smile.

"It's okay."

......

In my sleep, I kept hearing a voice echoing in my ears, and as the sound disappeared, I slowly woke up.

Chris Wynyard is awake.

She sat on the sofa by the window with her legs crossed, overlooking New York in the early morning.

The tiny rays of sunlight kissed her slender collarbones, smooth and delicate calves, and naked jade feet.

With a shallow smile on her face, small feet swaying at will, and a leisurely manner, it seems that she is no big problem.

"How does your body feel?" I propped myself up on the bed and sat down on the edge of the bed.

She withdrew her gaze from the window, and also collected the little pleasure in her heart.

The moment she looked at me, her cold eyes seemed to be brewing with a blizzard.

I couldn't help but shiver.

She stood up, her fluttering nightdress covering her snow-white thighs, and walked slowly towards me with bare feet.

"Did you help bandage the wound?" She asked, standing in front of me.

The voice is soft and pleasant, and there is a faint fragrance on the body, which is the smell of shower gel.

But I clearly felt a chill.

I looked up, looked at her beautiful face, and nodded.

With a wave of palm wind, I was slapped to the ground by her.

"So, that's why you took off all my clothes?!"

I braced myself on the floor, my other hand covering my hot cheek, and a burst of anger suddenly rose in my heart.

All fear seemed to be suppressed by this anger.

I suddenly raised my head to gaze into her eyes:

"What do you mean?"

"Want revenge?"

"Because you feel defiled by me?"

"Don't you know how badly you were injured last night?"

"If it weren't for me, the wound on my abdomen alone would have been enough for you to die a few times!"

"I'm such a fool, I should have left you in the room and let you die here!"

"I shouldn't have taken off your rain-covered clothes and wiped your body clean for you!"

"It's better to let you be soaked in the rain, and when you are found the next day, you will become a rotting corpse that emits a stench!"

"Want to kill me? Come on, even if I die, I will curse you vicious woman!" As

if frightened by my momentum, Chris Winyard was stunned.

I don't know when, the dark clouds spread again, covering the sky and also the scattered sunlight.

A creepy smile suddenly appeared on her gloomy face.

"Then you will die."

The pistol that I had thrown aside last night appeared in her hand.

When the cold muzzle of the gun was pointed at my head, I felt as if I had been doused with a basin of cold water to extinguish the anger in my heart, followed by a strong sense of fear and powerlessness.

"What's wrong? Wasn't it quite powerful just now? She pulled the bolt gently.

The sound of the bullet loading seemed to come from the call of hell, and a dense cold sweat had oozed from my forehead.

Watching her fingers gently pull the trigger, my breathing gradually became rapid, and my heart felt like it was about to jump out of my chest.

"Bang."

As the gunshots rang out, I closed my eyes in resignation.

Everything is their own choice, and no one can complain. Anyway, I have long been disappointed in the world.

I don't know, can I see my mother in heaven?

......

After a long time, I slowly opened one eye.

I didn't die.

And the femme fatale woman in front of me had already sat on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed, looking at me playfully with a meaningful smile on her face.

As for the bullet, it hit the carpet next to me.

"Why?" I asked shyly.

"Because," she casually tossed the pistol aside, "now I don't want to kill you." "

Oh, is human life so cheap?

So, I got up from the ground, straightened my clothes, and walked straight out the door.

"Did I say you could go?" Her voice appeared behind me.

I clenched my fists and slowly turned around, it was already like this, and I was not so afraid of her.

The big deal is just a death.

"What else is going on?" I looked her straight in the eye.

"Come and help me change the dressing, there is blood oozing from the wound." She pulled down her nightdress.

The whole beautiful delicate body was exposed to me without concealment.

Even though my hand had touched every part of my body last night, the beauty displayed at this moment was very different.

She pointed to where her belly bandaged, and my gaze followed.

On the pure white bandage, large blood stains oozed from it.

Just looking at it, it hurts.

But there was no attempt to show pain on her face.

Although I wanted to be more manly, my body leaned over without listening to the command.

When I stood in front of her with medicine, bandages, and scissors, she sat there motionless like a statue, if she hadn't changed the position of her slender legs up and down.

"Just sit down," she held her long pale blonde hair draped behind her back and smoothed it to the other side, "Didn't you do well yesterday?" I

sat next to her, and my slender collarbones and plump jade peaks all came into view.

I couldn't resist looking at this, and she still didn't move.

So, I wrapped my arms around her waist, found the knot of the bandage, and slowly untied the bandage.

The right hand tucks the ball-like bandage into the left hand, and the left hand is wrapped around the waist for half a week before handing it to the right hand again, and the cycle continues.

During this time, even though I tried my best to control it, my cheeks still occasionally touched her jade-like shoulders and smooth back.

And she always trembled unconsciously, which caused my movements to be not so smooth.

"Don't move." I couldn't help but scold.

When my warm breath lingered on her collarbone, her body suddenly stiffened.

"You just do yours."

[Question: Who did Mr. Dafei kill alone when he debuted and become famous in one battle? ] 】