Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Baijiu fumbled in the dark: "Hey...where's my phone?"

"Why did you wake up at this time?" Vermouth held his wrist and put it between his legs, looking at Baijiu with tenderness in her eyes.

"I had another outrageous dream." He covered his head and checked the time on his phone: "It's only three in the morning..."

"Go to bed quickly, Yiyu."

Vermouth stroked his cheek.

"I have to get up early today to go to the hospital to see Cohen."

Vermouth's hot fingers intertwined with his.

"I can't sleep for a while. I dreamed about Vodka... He turned into a gun. Can you believe it?"

Baijiu spread his hands helplessly, then stood up and sat on the edge of the bed.

"What are you doing? Are you planning to go now?" Vermouth then sat up, crossed her legs, and held his wrist tightly, looking a little confused.

"Turn on the light...are you still sleeping?"

"No need to sleep!" Vermouth opened her hands and twisted Baijiu's earlobe.

"You are so stupid. Why turn on the light? It will only disturb the atmosphere."

"It's too dirty to play with your phone without turning on the light." Baijiu stretched out his finger and touched Belmode's forehead, half squinting his eyes: "Do you know how important vision is to a sniper?"

"Especially for a talented sniper like me."

Vermouth rolled her eyes: "Do you have to play with your phone?"

"What should I play?" He looked at the PS5 on the side, "Isn't that brighter..."

"Could it be possible to wake Qiuqiu up——"

“Don’t act stupid at this time.” Vermouth turned her back to him, and a little hot air came out of her small nostrils.

"Are you pretending to be angry?" Baijiu leaned over and said, "You look pretty cute like this."

"Don't use the word cute to describe me." Vermouth said coldly.

Baijiu stroked her hair, smiling, opened his palms, pretended to be surprised, and exclaimed: "Your face is so small? If my hands were bigger, they would just cover you."

"You just realized that it's been a waste of time to be together for this long." She swayed her body and squirmed on her knees on the soft sheets.

"What are you... planning to do now?" Baijiu held the pillow upright, rested his arms behind his back, and joked leisurely.

Vermouth made a "huh" sound, and her peach-like buttocks pressed against two slender beautiful legs. Although her feet were wrapped in black stockings, they still exuded a blush.

"Of course I turned on the air conditioner. Don't keep asking questions when you already know the answer."

She raised her arm high and pressed the switch. With a "beep", the air conditioner blades lifted up, and a cool breeze suddenly swept through her heart.

"Do you know how hot it is to sleep in a cosplay costume?"

She narrowed her eyes and said seriously.

You are just wearing black stockings...

"Especially this one, it's not breathable at all, and I don't have the habit of sleeping in socks anyway."

Vermouth complained as she plucked her black stockings with her slender fingers.

"And your body is like a hot pack, producing sunlight just like the sun."

"It's okay in the winter, but in the summer you're a nuisance."

"The most important point!" Vermouth raised her voice, "You are still restless when you sleep at night, especially your hands."

It's obviously your hands that are dishonest...

Just like the attraction of a magnet...

Stick it firmly next to it every morning.

Baijiu had an indifferent expression and said, "It won't be so troublesome if we turn on the air conditioner." He put his hand on Vermouth's shoulder.

"Get away, don't touch me, I'm going to sleep."

"If you dare to make any noise, I'll beat you up."

"Hear——"

Baijiu got up from the bed, held her slender waist, moved his arms to the sides, and sat on Vermouth's calves.

"What...what are you going to do?" Vermouth asked calmly.

"I'll give you a massage, then take a nap. Otherwise, you won't have the energy to look for Cohen today."

Baijiu moved his hands, moving his joints, and asked gently, "Do you mind if I move the two suspenders down?"

Vermouth laughed indifferently: "Now you are pretending to be a gentleman."

"Then I won't move, to avoid being labeled a pervert."

Vermouth reached back and stroked his curvy abdominal muscles, speaking teasingly.

"Don't waste your time. It's not like you didn't have a clear view yesterday."

"Please untie the belt for me as well."

"Sure?"

"Stop dawdling."

Vermouth was a little impatient and slapped the back of Baijiu's hand with her palm.

"Hey! Stop pulling, it's untied."

She pinched Baijiu's thigh with her hands, turned her head and stared at him viciously, as if she wanted to kill him.

"It hurts... Let go..."

"Look at dawn, it will definitely turn green."

Baijiu deliberately pretended to be aggrieved.

"You're pretending to be pitiful."

"Do you know how much it hurts when you strangled me in the front?"

"Ah? Really?"

Baijiu's attitude instantly became proper and well-behaved.

"Sorry, this is my first time solving this."

"Stop farting, it was my underwear yesterday."

"You're the one who tied it for me. You took advantage of me, didn't you, Gou Yu?"

Vermouth glared at the liquor with her paw and said in a joking tone.

"Press it quickly, and stop talking nonsense. The impact of the explosion is so painful that I fell down."

Um...when the explosion happened.

I'm still down there as a buffer zone.

Without me to protect you, you will be in more pain...

Vermouth seemed to be able to read minds, and asked gently, "Does your shoulder hurt?"

"You finally remembered me. With your care and comfort, I can say it doesn't hurt even though it hurts!"

"I'm asking about internal injuries. I took a look before going to bed, and your shoulder is not injured."

"That's why I asked you if it hurts."

"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt. This is just a minor injury for me."

"It's nothing."

Baijiu poked her back with his knuckles, using just the right amount of pressure, and his two thumbs pressed regularly on her shoulders.

The fair and smooth back was exposed in front of Baijiu, which was out of reach for others, but for him, it was even somewhat commonplace.

Vermouth occasionally let out a sigh of relief, her face slightly flushed.

"Comfortable?"

“Not bad.” Belmode’s tone softened and he sighed, “One more.”

"what happened?"

"Can you cover me with the quilt? I'm a little cold..."

Vermouth's last syllable was drawn out, as if she was drunk.

"Okay." Baijiu moved forward and covered the two of them with the quilt.

"Do you need another massage?"

"Yiyu, come here for a moment."

Vermouth closed her eyes and spoke lazily.

"I can not hear."

"Come closer." Vermouth exhaled hot air from her mouth.

The liquor obeyed obediently and continued to move downwards.

"A little lower." Vermouth's voice became lower and lower.

So low that the tips of their noses touched.

Baijiu placed his left hand on her thigh, stroked her hair with his right hand, pinched her neck, and moved forward.

Their lips touched together, and they could hear each other's pounding hearts clearly.

"May I?"

"bring it on......"