I was in Conan, and after picking up Xiao Ai, I was chased by Hongzi.

There are reversible and irreversible things in the world, and the passage of time is an irreversible thing.

In the dim dream, you can sing loudly and fly freely.

But the reality is completely opposite.

Everyone has his own forest. Maybe we have never been there, but it has always been there and will always be there.

Those who are lost are lost, and those who meet will meet again.

Even the person you love the most has a forest in your heart that you can't reach.

Between Haibara Ai and Belmod, Otoi Hiroshi chose to have them all.

He is a free bird, and they are the wings that he cannot give up easily.

Waking up from his dream, fatigue made it difficult for him to fully open his eyes.

Until a ray of light passed through the clear glass and fell into the eyes.

Looking at the time, it was almost noon.

Belmod curled up in his arms, her arms tightly wrapped around his waist.

He glanced at it, closed his eyes again, lowered his head and kissed her hair.

The faint frankincense that belongs only to women penetrates the tip of the nose.

It seemed as if the haze in my chest had been completely dispelled.

The fingers caressed her hair, then slid along her smooth and delicate back, and finally landed on her round and plump buttocks, which were tangible, fleshy and convex.

Belmod moved slightly, feeling a little itchy, and subconsciously took his hand away from his butt.

The palms of his hands fell on her soft waist. This time she did not make any movement, she just shrank deeper into the embrace, raised her white and delicate legs and stretched them into the seam of Otoi Hiroshi's legs.

It seems warmer this way.

The two of them lay on the bed, skin to skin, feeling each other's body temperature and enjoying the comfort of the autumn morning.

until……

Belmode slowly opened her eyes, and the strange touch disturbed her clear dream.

She lifted the quilt, looked inside, and winked with a subtle smile, "She's very healthy."

She snickered, put down the corner of the quilt, and raised her head to look at his peaceful sleeping face.

There was no confidence as usual, nor the indifference that made her powerless last night. It was just that her closed eyes looked a little tired, and her handsome face had the childishness of a teenager.

She cautiously stretched out her finger and tapped his cheek, then quickly took it back.

Close your eyes and pretend to be asleep.

For a long time, there was no movement. She slowly opened one eye and looked at him furtively.

But Hiroshi Otoi woke up at some point, leaning his head on his arm and staring at her intently.

"Idiot," Hiroshi Otoi stretched out his hand and scratched the tip of her nose, "How does the wound feel?"

"Your tone makes me act like a child, but I'm not a child anymore." Belmode rolled her eyes coquettishly.

"Well..." Hiroshi Otoi held his chin and looked at her chest, "It's indeed not small."

"Although……"

"Although?" Belmod subconsciously crossed his arms and covered his chest, "What?"

"Although it's not a child, you can give me a child..."

Otoi Hiroshi looked at Bermod's flawless little face and her smiling, red rosebud-like lips.

He lifted her chin and put his mouth to it. Belmod's eyes flashed with beautiful colors, catering to his movements.

The morning dew moistened the dry skin.

Belmode gasped slightly, her slender neck stood up high, and the blush on her cheeks reached its peak at a certain moment.

"Don't touch..." She held down Hiroshi Otoi's finger.

When the two of them were together, she took the initiative more.

but.

There is also a difference between active and passive.

The deep kiss just now had already confused her. If he moved wantonly again...

That's not good.

"Who is touching me?" Hiroshi Otoi's cheeks turned red.

He angrily bit down on Belmod's lips, and was about to leave, but she bit him back.

Just as he was about to say something, Belmod, who had gradually fallen into a passive position, stepped forward.

Pry open his teeth.

The wind and clouds are turbulent, and no one wants to be a passive party.

Belmod's hands were pressed on his chest, and her long, white legs were straddled across his waist.

The fingertips lightly touched his Adam's apple and slid all the way down.

The dexterous fingers continued to move, and the buttons of the pajamas were separated.

Otoi Hiroshi stared, unable to resist, and his lips were still bitten by her.

Belmode sat on him, proudly raising her swan-like jade neck. The shoulder straps of her white nightgown were casually drooped. Due to the looseness, a large area of ​​her snow-white plump breasts was exposed.

The long silver hair is scattered randomly, the slender waist, the charming lips, small and moist.

Somewhat cute, yet some charming.

There is a natural wind of pure desire.

She currently has the upper hand.

——It certainly seems so.

"Ah!" Belmod suddenly exclaimed, his expression blurred and his face turned red.

"Are you admitting defeat?" Otoi Hiroshi had a faint smile on his lips.

Belmod was embarrassed by his gaze, and his body was pressed tightly against it, as if he was penetrated by a giant beast burning with flames.

She wanted to escape, but Hiroshi Otoi held her hand tightly.

Fingers clasped.

Belmod's breathing became more and more intense, beads of sweat continued to leak out from his forehead, and his sticky hair stuck to his forehead.

There is a different kind of beauty.

The harsh ringing disturbed the early morning dreams.

Belmode got out of bed as if he was running away, and picked up Otoi Hiroshi's mobile phone on the round table against the wall.

When she saw the caller ID, her pupils shrank slightly, but she concealed it well.

"Who is it?" Otoi Hiroshi asked.

He couldn't figure out who could call him at this hour.

If there is……

A name flashed in his mind - Kuroba Kaito.

Damn it, this guy, how many times has this happened? !

You must give him a good lesson when you go back.

Belmod casually lifted up the shoulder strap on her arm, and the snow-white valley was ruthlessly buried. She handed the phone to Otoi Hiroshi, "It looks like he's your father."

Otoi Hiroshi curled his lips, "Huh? How could that guy Kaito be my father?!"

"Huh?" Not even Belmod's wisdom could understand his words.

"Ahem. It's okay..."

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Tomoe Otoi sat elegantly under the tree, holding a teacup in his hand, and on the small table in front of him was this morning's newspaper.

What was in the newspaper was clearly what happened last night.

Explosions at the pier and murders on ghost ships.

However, the specific details were hidden at the request of the police and were only briefly mentioned.

"How have you been lately? Hong. How are you finding your marriage partner?" The old housekeeper stood aside respectfully, holding the phone in his hand and pressing it to his ear.

"Um..." On the other side of the phone, Otoi Hiroshi's tone was helpless, "I'm still young!"

"So what!" Tomoe Otoi lost his composure for the first time in a long time. He yelled into the phone with his beard and eyes wide open, "When I was your age, your mother and I were in love!"

"Yes..." Otoi Hiroshi said casually, and then changed the subject, "You called this time. Apart from this matter, you must have other things, right?"

Tomoe Otoi breathed a long sigh of relief, took a sip of tea, and said, "You are not young anymore. It is time to help the family with some business."

"What do you mean?" Otoi Hiroshi was a little confused.

"I have a very important customer, and I need you to help me receive it."

"Okay, no problem."

This is not a big deal to Otoi Hiroshi.

"Remember to keep your attitude correct. She is a respectable elder in the industry."

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Hearing the other party hang up the phone, Hiroshi Otoi slowly put down the phone.

His eyes flickered with doubt.

"she?"