Conan: I really just want to fall in love with Haibara Ai

I don't know what started to rain outside the window.

Yulia, who was naked, stretched out her snowy arms to support the edge of the bed, and then gradually moved up.

The coquettish and noble body gradually bowed up, like an elegant night owl, and climbed towards Otoi Hiroshi little by little.

Otoi Hiroshi looked at her, her fickle, elusive, and soul-destroying eyes revealing a sinister and cunning charm.

Something seems bad.

On the exquisite large bed in the girl's boudoir, Yulia's delicate body lay down on Otoi Hiroshi's body, greedily sniffing the fiery breath emanating from his chest.

Rao is a veteran of the battlefield like Otoi Hiroshi, and his face is also red at the moment, and he cautiously opens his mouth to try to stop her: "Miss Yulia."

"Right to call me by my name at this moment."

"Yulia..." The

body that could not move freely brought a strong uneasiness to Otoi Hiroshi at this moment.

Watching Yulia take off her luxurious bathrobe, the girl like a night owl slowly opened her eyes, her beautiful eyelashes trembled slightly, and Otoi Hiroshi could feel her nervousness and determination.

She seemed to have taken a bath after disappearing for a long time just now, and her snow-white skin was faintly rosy, like the color of roses in the garden, and her slightly contemptuous and indifferent eyes were fascinating.

She lowered her head, her lips gently falling on Otoi Hiroshi's lips, cool and warm, hazy, reminiscent of the drizzle outside the window.

The beautiful girl with long waist and thin legs straddled him and kissed him deeply, her white and tender legs tightly wrapped around his waist, and there were some restless, rubbing and twisting.

Otoi Hiroshi struggled not to look away, "Why?"

Yulia raised an index finger and reached into Otoihiro's mouth, gently stroking his tongue.

"In three days, I will marry the nasty Pompey as a political victim of my father's alliance with Pompey and Crassus." Her eyes were covered with a mist of water, which quickly condensed into teardrops, sliding down her cheeks like brilliant diamonds.

"So why me?" He asked again.

"I love heroes, fearless and brave heroes, and your performance in the arena today is the greatest man I've ever seen." She withdrew her index finger and put it in her mouth, sucking greedily.

The pride of the nobility, the weakness of the maiden, and the somewhat morbid light of the eyes perfectly combined on her body.

She snuggled into Otoi Hiroshi's arms again, and the burning breath wrapped her body, like in the warm wind, and as if lying lightly on the white cumulus clouds.

Otoihiro's snort became fiery and heavy.

The cool moonlight and the gentle drizzle play a moving symphony.

The delicate bed seemed to become a quagmire, and Yulia was like a fallen dolphin, losing her mind, immersed in the incredible pleasure born of unbearable pain, flopping and struggling among the steaming mud.

......

"

Dr. Agasa, what's the situation now?" Kudo Yusaku hurriedly asked.

"It's not clear, I'm repairing it urgently."

Seeing this, Maori Kogoro said breathlessly: "It can't be Noah's Ark doing something again!" "

There are thirty people left, and if they're going to play in three days, I'm afraid this time..." said Officer Twilight, looking down.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became depressed.

Everyone fell silent.

"Don't worry so much, we will know the specific situation immediately after the doctor repairs it, and Otoi-kun's words, I think, we should trust him." Takagi Wataru, who had been quiet, said suddenly.

Typical idealism, but his recognition of Hiroshi Otoi comes from the heart.

"Nope." Dr. Agasa shook his head and released the keyboard, "Noah's Ark directly cut off our signal and could not connect to the built-in game screen.

"It seems that we can only wait quietly for news."

......

When the sky is dark, the air is filled with the residual coolness of the night rain, the sun rises from the east, and the faint light illuminates only one corner of the house.

Otoi Hiroshi opened his eyes and moved slightly, and his body seemed to have fully recovered.

Almost forgot that this is the world of the game.

Turning his head, Yulia in his arms was showing a gentle smile, pinching a handful of soft hair and constantly ruffling his cheeks.

Otoi Hiroshi looked at her pretty cheeks, moist lips, and delicate collarbones.

There was an indescribable hint between the eyebrows.

Although it is a game, she has the face of Yukiko, and she is a thief after all.

However, it was you who provoked first.

Otoi Hiroshi suddenly turned over the serf to become Conan's father.

She didn't seem to expect that Otoi Hiroshi was already well, and after a slight panic, she showed a contemptuous look again.

"Yulia." Otoi Hiroshi kissed her snow-white swan neck, graceful shoulders, and bumpy collarbone.

"Hmm..." Yulia's delicate lips lightly exuded a seductive breath.

"Is that okay?" He looked into her eyes.

Yulia's white arms quietly wrapped around his neck.

Otoi Hiroshi held her rounded shoulders with both hands, and his lips came together.

Yulia slowly closed her eyes, her heartbeat vibrated like thunder, but when her lips came to her lips, all the sounds in her ears disappeared.

She lay there, letting Otoi Hiroshi explore back and forth.

Soon, her body stiffened, her breathing stopped, and her legs strained.

Then at some point, suddenly he breathed down and his chest began to rise and fall violently.

"My partners...," Otoi asked tentatively as he leaned against her back.

"They're all fine."

As soon as she finished speaking, she rolled over and rode him underneath her, her thin, silky hair gently swaying.

Otoi Hiroshi exhaled deeply, interlocking his fingers with her.

......

Night came again

, and

Yulia stood there barefoot on the balcony of the half-moon, and the meteors sliding by the sky attracted her attention.

From behind the long brown hair, Otoi Hiroshi admired Yulia's thin waist and the line of her hips, and her heart began to boil again.

He held Yulia in his arms from behind, and Yulia tried to grab his downward hand, but her legs were weak, so she had to hold on to the cold stone fence on the balcony.

She stared out the window in shame, biting her lip lightly, her eyes confused, and shyness and embarrassment flowed between her eyebrows.

The leaves containing the water droplets were silver-white by the moonlight, and the gentle drizzle of last night had fallen for a long time, and until now you can still see that the manor is full of mud.

"You'll be seen!"

"So you have to be quiet."

After a long time, Yulia jerked her head up, and then fell weakly on the windowsill, melting into the moonlight.

Otoi Hiroshi stretched out his hand, "In other words, how old is Yulia this year?"

She turned her head, revealing her reddened side face, and handed him her hand.

"Fourteen years old!"

[Question: Who was the founding emperor of the Song Dynasty? 】