Model worker and his little darling

"Didn't you ask me to sleep with you the last two times? What, you want to run away today?"

Ping Qing rolled his eyes and slapped Gin's hand away. He didn't care, since he'd slept with Margot since he was a child. But Gin, a killer who had spent years in the shadows, simply couldn't accept having someone else around.

"Hmm, Koto-chan~, are you sure?"

Gin smiled, picked up Hirai and carried him to the room, gently placing him on the bed.

Pingqing simply grabbed the blanket and rolled to the corner of the wall. His own bed was the most comfortable, and he loved sleeping against the wall.

Gin almost laughed as he watched Hirai's actions.

Seeing that Gin was still standing, Hirai sat up and took Gin's hand, "Gin-chan~, sleep with me."

Gin sat down on the edge of the bed and ruffled Hira's hair. "Go to sleep. I'll watch you sleep."

Taira no Kiyoshi: ...

With you staring at me, who can sleep?

Thinking of the previous experience, Pingqing touched Gin's earlobe again. Even in the darkness, he could still feel Gin's ear starting to get hot.

"Koto-chan~, you're so cute."

Pingqing smiled broadly, feeling a great sense of accomplishment from teasing Gin.

Gin put his arm around Hirai, his hand slipping inside Hirai's clothes and slowly sliding upwards.

As Gin's cool hand moved from his waist to his back, Hirakiyo instantly straightened his back, his whole body stiffened, and he felt his face burning hot.

Noticing Hiraiyoshi's reaction, Gin chuckled and whispered in his ear, "Mishika, you're cute too."

Upon hearing Gin's slightly hoarse voice, Hirakiyo sprang away like a startled rabbit, pulling the blanket over his face.

Ahhhhh... He's going to die.

She tugged at the blanket, revealing Pingqing's face. "Go to sleep. I'm going next door."

The next morning, Ping woke up to find it was barely dawn. It was rare for him to wake up so early. He stood by the window and let the cold wind blow on him for a while, which made him feel much more clear-headed.

Entering the next room, Gin's long silver hair was spread out on the bed, creating a stark contrast with his black pajamas, and his face no longer had its usual coldness.

Admiring Gin's stunning sleeping face, Heikiri took out his phone and snapped a few pictures.

Then he pinched Gin's nose, hehe.

Gin suddenly opened his eyes, pulled Hirakiyo, and just like that, Hirakiyo fell onto Gin.

"Hiss, Koto-chan~, when did you wake up?"

"Delete the photo while you're taking it."

Hirakiyo blinked. Well, Gin is still as perceptive as ever.

Gin reached for Heikiyo's phone, but Heikiyo darted out of the room. What a joke! How could he delete the photos he had worked so hard to take?

Gin had no choice but to get up and go find Ping to settle the accounts.

After going outside, I found Pingqing watching Aunt Huizi prepare breakfast. I pulled her aside and said, "Hand over your phone."

Ping Qing spread his hands, "If you can find it, I'll delete the photos."

Seeing Taira's smug look, Gin knew he was probably gone, but he still gave him a stern warning, "Don't tell anyone!"

"Koto-chan~, that's your photo, how could I possibly give it to someone else?"

Seeing that breakfast was ready, Heikiri pulled Gin to the dining table.

After finishing breakfast, Pingqing, feeling bored, went straight to take a nap. After all, most of his life consisted of eating and sleeping.

Gin hugged Taira no Kiyoshi and said, "I'm leaving." Then he turned and left.

Pingqing smiled as he watched Gin's dashing departure. He'd be happy to go back to the base sometime.

In the following days, Pingqing resumed his boring and monotonous life, occasionally visiting the uncle in the hospital, and thus became a familiar face at Beika Hospital.

I took some time to check on Touko-kun. He has already found out where Jodie lives. As for Shuichi Akai, he has no clue whatsoever.

Upon reading his mission report, Ping Qing felt increasingly regretful that such a talented person could not be utilized by the organization.

As Pingqing thought about it, he even considered sending him to be brainwashed. But when faced with someone with such a firm mind, the only option was deep brainwashing. Otherwise, he would just be a puppet and useless.

……

"Congratulations, Uncle, you're finally discharged from the hospital. I've booked a restaurant, let's celebrate properly."

After lying in the hospital for half a month, the man was finally allowed to be discharged and go home to recuperate.

"Hahaha, Pingqing, I knew I hadn't misjudged you. I can finally have a proper drink now."

Seeing the outside world after so long, Uncle Mori was extremely excited. He couldn't wait to throw away his cane and hold hands with the young women and wives on the street to have a heart-to-heart talk.

"Hehehe, that girl was really pretty..."

Xiao Lan looked at her elderly father, who was using a cane, and was speechless.

After arriving at the restaurant by taxi, I happened to run into several university professors who were having a meal together. One of the professors was treating everyone to dinner to celebrate the promotion of a man named Jin Tian to associate professor.

However, Kaneda showed no respect for everyone and immediately ordered three servings of the most expensive pufferfish caviar in the restaurant.

"What kind of thing is that guy named Kinda? He's just annoying to look at."

Hearing Uncle Mori's complaints, Hirai nodded silently. This guy's face was dark; he was probably about to meet God.

It's such a shame. The uncle's leg had finally healed, and we were all going out for a meal, but this is such a disappointing thing. Ugh, it seems like it always ends the same way no matter where we go. It's all Conan's fault, really.

The restaurant specially arranged a private room with a table for Uncle Mori's legs.

Soon, a ship floated in through the window. Looking at the lavish feast, the uncle swallowed hard. "I wonder who ordered so many dishes."

Their dishes arrived shortly afterward.

The group happily began to eat, and the uncle, in particular, was in high spirits and insisted on drinking and chatting with Pingqing.

The poured-out drink made Uncle Mori's eyes widen. "Why is it juice?"

"Uncle, you should eat more food. You can't drink alcohol now. Wait until your leg is better before you drink."

Fortunately, the delicious food made up for the uncle's disappointment at not being able to drink alcohol. The rice was cooked elegantly and quickly, and as expected of a famous restaurant, the taste was really good.

After we had eaten most of the food, we heard a familiar voice coming from next door. It was the voice of the professor we had met outside earlier.

"Where did it go? My contact lens seems to have fallen out, this is terrible."

Conan curiously climbed over to take a look and found that the window next door was closed. Then he heard the professor's voice as he found his glasses.

Looking at Conan, Hirai was a little curious. Was the secret to being a detective to having a gossipy heart? No matter what the slightest movement was, he had to go and see.

Uncle Mori downed his glass of juice in one gulp and began to complain, "How can a professor be so unreliable?"

Ping Qing's lips twitched. Actually, you, the famous detective, aren't usually that composed.

Just then, another boat drifted by the window, carrying only a plate of wine. Conan stared at it again.

"what--"

Suddenly, a familiar scream came from outside the door.

Conan immediately dashed out like a cannonball and discovered that the receptionist had found a body in the empty VIP room number eight, the very person who had ordered three servings of caviar.

The man lay face up, leaning against the window, a murderous knife plunged straight into his heart.

Looking at the horrific scene, Pingqing glanced at the professor and tsk tsk, "Quite swift, huh?"