Model worker and his little darling

The sound of Gin's breathing reached my ears; the sensation was too overpowered, shattering my soul and reason in an instant.

Reaching out to grasp Pingqing's wrist, he led his lover into endless bliss; the tenderness of the night had only just begun.

Abandon your soul, embrace madness.

After an unknown amount of time, Hirai was carried out of the bathroom by Gin.

Gin sat to the side drying his hair, while Hirai looked at the marks on his waist with a helpless expression.

"This feels like domestic violence."

Upon hearing Pingqing's words, Gin's hand trembled; his grip was indeed quite strong.

Fortunately, after making a comment, Taira no Kiyoshi didn't say anything else. Gin reached out, pulled him into his arms, and kissed him.

"I'll be gentler next time."

Pingqing rolled his eyes; he didn't believe such nonsense. They'd said the same thing before, it was always the same.

Seeing Hirai's expression, Gin felt a little guilty again; his words didn't seem very convincing.

——(*^▽^*)——

The following period was much calmer, as if nothing had happened, and everyone interacted as before.

Ping Qingnian stayed by Qin Jiu's side, handling miscellaneous tasks and occasionally going out to carry out missions.

Under Ai Haibara's care, Professor Agasa is gradually recovering. Haibara remains indifferent to Conan's visit.

Professor Agasa didn't say anything about Conan getting injured, after all, he'd watched Conan grow up. Furthermore, Yusaku Kudo had specifically asked Professor Agasa to help take care of Conan.

The three members of the Junior Detective Team visited the doctor at the hospital every day, which made him very happy. He was always smiling, and his injuries healed extremely quickly.

Ping Qing was dumbfounded; no wonder he was part of the main characters.

That day, Sonoko said that her family was having a party at their villa in Karuizawa, so she invited everyone to come and have fun, and pestered Uncle Mori to rent a car to take them there.

Uncle Mori glared at Sonoko with displeasure. "When did I, Kogoro Mori, ever have to be a driver for little girls like you? Doesn't the prestigious Suzuki Group have drivers?"

Sonoko waved her hand, "No way! It's a rare opportunity to go out, and I'm driving that kind of car? It feels like I'm being watched. I don't want to live such a difficult life."

Ping Qing's lips twitched. Is this the troubles of a rich woman?

"There's a kid with a cold today, you guys better be careful not to catch it from him."

Just then, Ran led Conan, who had a cold, downstairs, her big eyes covered by a large mask.

Looking at Conan, Hirai felt a little emotional. After such a big incident, Uncle Mori was still willing to let Conan continue living in his house.

On the way, Conan kept sneezing, and his voice gradually became hoarse.

Uncle Mori glanced at it and said, "Honestly, since you have a cold, you should stay at home. The owner of Poirot Cafe finally agreed to take care of you for a day."

"Because I also want to see Sonoko-neechan's villa in Karuizawa."

Hirai smiled. There would definitely be handsome guys at Sonoko's family gathering. Conan was just worried that Ran would be tricked.

Tsk, that's what happens to insecure men.

Sonoko leaned close to Ran's ear and excitedly began to tell her her plan: she would use tennis to win over men.

This made Ran glare at Sonoko, "If you do that, Mr. Kyogoku will hate you."

Sonoko clasped her hands together, her mind filled with the image of Makoto Kyogoku, and she looked completely infatuated.

"Don't get me wrong, of course I'm head over heels for him. Today you're the one going to win over a man, wear your tennis outfit, show off your great physique, and take a picture with a handsome guy. Then send the photos to that detective and see how jealous he gets."

Ran blushed and said she only brought her Teitan High School tracksuit. Sonoko then pulled out a miniskirt and told Ran to wear it onto the court.

At this moment, Conan mentally gave Ran a quick makeover, creating a scene that needed to be harmonious.

Seeing Conan frantically scratching his head, Hirakiyo's lips twitched. This pervert.

Uncle Mori's face fell. "If it's for that detective kid, then I'm going back."

Upon hearing this, Conan immediately calmed down, forgetting that his uncle was still standing beside him.

Sonoko leaned closer to Uncle Mori and said, "It doesn't matter, there will be plenty of attractive female college students there too."

Upon hearing this, Uncle Mori was like he'd been given a shot of adrenaline. He didn't say anything against it and sped off towards Karuizawa.

Pingqing silently gave Sonoko a thumbs up, firmly grasping Uncle Mori's Achilles' heel.

The journey was too monotonous, so Sonoko pulled Hirakiyo and Ran into playing cards.

"A straight!" Xiaolan excitedly threw down her cards. "I won again!"

"Ah, Xiaolan, you're so lucky."

Pingqing looked at the cards in his hand that he hadn't touched much; he had the worst luck. "Hmm, should I go and get some lucky charms to carry with me?"

The boring journey passed by amidst the group's bickering, and before long, they arrived at Karuizawa.

The torrential rain and the empty venue shattered Uncle Mori's dream of a beautiful female college student.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in the empty tennis court, and Uncle Mori excitedly went to chat with him.

"It might be one of my beautiful women..."

After taking a few steps forward, the middle-aged man's expression changed instantly; he was now a burly man standing in the rain, looking forlorn.

"Excuse me, what happened here?"

Hearing Ran's question, the man turned around, and Sonoko's eyes lit up—he was handsome!

"I recall the first time I met my wife here."

Upon hearing that the man was married, Sonoko lost interest.

"If you're here to play tennis, I can tell you the secrets to playing well. I'm a tennis coach, if it's convenient..."

Before the man could finish speaking, Uncle Mori coughed.

After Xiaolan and Yuanzi refused, the man turned and left.

Unable to see the female college student, Uncle Mori thought of another form of entertainment: "Let's go fishing by the river together."

Looking at the rushing river, Pingqing was a little curious: could you really catch fish like this?

"Uncle, your fishing rod is moving!"

Uncle Maoli began to lift the rod, and the weight in his hand made him exclaim in surprise, "Oh, wow, this is a big catch!"

The result was astonishing: Uncle Mori fished out a car.

"Ah, this is the car I rented."

Pingqing looked at the fishing rod in the uncle's hand and swallowed hard. Was the fishing rod and line of this quality really that good?

He then took out his phone and snapped a picture of the uncle fishing for a car—a truly memorable moment.

Wow, I've learned something new. You caught a car while fishing.

That's what an old man is like; he can catch things that ordinary people can't.