Model worker and his little darling

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"Xiaolan, why don't you have any writing on your chocolates?"

Hearing Sonoko's question, Ran smiled and said, "I want to write it by myself later."

Hearing this, Sonoko sighed, "I wonder where Shinichi Kudo, that clueless idiot, has gone? Ran, you're so strong. I've only been away from Makoto for a week and I'm already in so much pain. You and Shinichi... it's always been like this, hasn't it?"

"Yeah, I'm used to it."

Sonoko glanced at her watch and looked at Ran apologetically, "I'm sorry, Ran, I have to go now. I have to go see Mako off."

"Be careful on the road."

Watching Sonoko's light steps, Xiaolan's smile deepened. How wonderful.

When she got home, Xiaolan took out the chocolates she had made at the resort. Thinking of Sonoko's words about her being strong, tears fell onto the box.

If only she were really that strong.

Seeing Ran silently shedding tears, Conan, who was standing outside the door, lowered his head.

Not long after, Xiaolan cried herself to sleep on the sofa.

Conan walked over and covered Ran with his clothes. Looking at the snowflakes falling outside the window, what should he do?

As darkness fell, Xiaolan woke up and was puzzled when she saw the clothes on her body. "Who put this coat on me? It's snowing, and it's so late."

Just as I was about to get up to cook, I noticed that the box of chocolates on the table had been opened, and my phone rang.

"A message?"

Upon opening it, I saw an email with a picture of myself sleeping, along with a message.

"good night!"

Looking at the empty box, Xiaolan smiled; her feelings had been conveyed to that person.

Seeing this, Conan breathed a sigh of relief.

……

The bustling street, the noisy crowd, the young men and women, all had happy smiles on their faces.

Pingqing leaned against the wall, let out a long breath, and gently stretched out her hand. Her fingers were clearly visible in the lamplight, while her palm was in the darkness. The snowflakes disappeared instantly upon landing on her palm. Pingqing chuckled softly, "Heh~, interesting."

Hearing the engine, Ping Qing turned his head and watched the man walk towards him step by step.

Dressed in black with silver hair, he was a god.

Born in darkness, raised in darkness, loyal to darkness, and ultimately succumbing to darkness—this is a portrait of their lives.

Seeing Pingqing's bright smile, Gin took Pingqing's hand and said, "Let's go."

"Hmm, I can be lazy tomorrow."

He's been working from dawn till dusk these past few days.

Back home, Heikiri took out a chocolate and waved it in front of Gin, then broke off a piece and put it in Gin's mouth. He then stared curiously at Gin's face; the shopkeeper had said it was the most bitter kind.

As he savored the bitter taste spreading across his tongue, Gin remained expressionless. He glanced at Hirai, who was grinning mischievously, and snatched the chocolate from Hirai's inattention, quickly breaking off a piece and stuffing it into Hirai's mouth.

Taira's face instantly turned sour, but Gin remained calm and collected despite his distress.

Seeing that Pingqing was about to go get some water, Gin smiled slightly and grabbed Pingqing, preventing him from going.

Heiji looked at Gin with a pitiful expression, "Gin-chan~, I was wrong, I won't do it again."

Seeing that Gin wouldn't back down, Hirai gritted his teeth, pounced on Gin, grabbed Gin's chin, and kissed him.

Lips and teeth intertwined, a joyful blend of sweetness and bitterness.

After a long while, their lips parted. Pingqing licked his lips, thinking that even bitterness could turn sweet when he was with Gin.

Suddenly, Gin leaned close to Hirakiyo's ear, his lips moving slightly.

Hearing this, Pingqing looked at Gin with a complicated expression, "Gin-chan~, isn't that thing over? Why do you still remember it?"

Gin raised an eyebrow. "Do you think I'm that easy to talk to?"

"You really want to see it?"

"Ah."

Pingqing nodded and got up to walk towards the room.

It's all over now, yet Gin still wants to hear his drunken ramblings. But how could we let Gin have his way so easily?

After fiddling with her makeup in front of the mirror for a while, Pingqing looked at her face with satisfaction.

She tossed her hair, suddenly appeared in the living room, and immediately turned off the lights.

Then he looked at Gin, walked towards him step by step, and called out in a ghostly voice, "Gin~"

While calling out Gin's name, she stretched out her pale hands and grabbed at Gin's neck.

When he reached Gin, Hirai slowly raised his head, revealing a pale face with bloodstains at the corners of his eyes and mouth. He grinned maliciously at Gin, "Gin~, are you satisfied with how I look?"

When Gin saw the lights were turned off, he knew Taira no Kiyoshi was up to something, but he never expected him to be a ghost this time.

She watched silently as Pingqing, dressed in a white dress, with disheveled hair and barefoot, walked towards her, never expecting her face to be so battered.

However, this didn't scare him at all; in fact, he found it a bit amusing.

Seeing that Gin didn't react, Taira no Kiyoshi curled his lip, bored.

"Koto-chan~, I've been pretending for so long, you should at least give me some reaction." After saying that, she turned on the light.

Seeing Hirai's horribly disfigured face, Gin turned his head away, unable to bear looking at him.

Seeing this, Pingqing laughed and prepared to rub against Gin, but Gin dodged him with a quick movement.

"Koto-chan~, give me a hug."

Gin stood by the window, watching Hirai prepare to pounce, and said calmly, "Ugly."

Hirai walked towards Gin with a wicked grin. "Ugly? I think it's quite good-looking." He then touched Gin's face, leaving a faint red mark.

Seeing the snow falling outside and pedestrians walking on the road, Pingqing's eyes lit up instantly.

"Koto-chan~, what do you think of me wearing this outfit for a stroll?"

Should we go scare Conan? If he keeps doing this, Conan might start believing in ghosts. It's a rare opportunity to dress up; it would be a waste to only let Gin see it.

Ugh, he's so awful, hahaha...

Gin sighed helplessly at Hirai, who was grinning mischievously with his arms crossed. But this look would probably scare a lot of people if he went out like this.

After peeking into the room next door, Conan was sitting alone in the office deep in thought, Ran was cooking upstairs, and the old man wasn't there.

"Koto-chan~, I'm going out for a bit, I'll be right back."

She appeared behind Conan, her hand gripping the neck of the pensive Conan, and her shrill voice rang out, "Ku~do~Shin~ichi~"

Upon hearing the sound, Conan suddenly woke up, his skin crawling with goosebumps.

Feeling the cold hand on his neck, Conan stiffly turned around and saw the woman's pale face, her gaping maw smiling at him. He was instantly filled with terror.

He opened his mouth, wanting to speak, but found he couldn't utter a word.

Seeing Conan's reaction, Hirai was very satisfied and smiled even more happily. He tightened his fingers slightly, and his long nails were about to dig into Conan's skin.

Feeling the pain, Conan began to struggle and grabbed Hirai's hand.

Pingqing grabbed Conan's hand with his other hand and gently scratched it, leaving a bloody mark on the back of Conan's hand.

"Ku~do~Shin~ichi~"