"Nannan~ Mommy can't sleep~"

The sweet, childlike voice was exceptionally clear in the darkness. Yukiko knelt on the edge of the sofa, her twin ponytails swaying gently as she tilted her head. The taut curve of her sailor uniform collar was faintly visible in the moonlight.

"Why isn't Nan Nan saying anything?" She deliberately touched her ripe lower lip with her fingertip, her knees, wrapped in children's socks, slowly sinking into the sofa cushions, like leaving a faint mark in soft clouds.

"Isn't Mom's new look cute?"

Yuzuru propped himself up, his gaze sliding from her taut neckline down to the absolute territory above her knee-high socks, his Adam's apple bobbing almost imperceptibly: "Mother, what is this...?"

"Did you have a nightmare?" Yukiko pouted, her fingers nervously twisting the hem of her skirt. "I dreamt that Nana didn't want her mom anymore..."

As she spoke, she suddenly pounced on Yuzuru, clinging to his neck like a koala, "So I came to check if Nannan was sleeping well!"

The sofa creaked under the weight, as if protesting the sudden increase in weight.

Yuzuru Nan instinctively cupped her buttocks, his palms immediately sinking into an astonishing softness—the sensation made him gasp for breath: "Mother...have you forgotten your current figure?"

"Huh?" Yukiko blinked innocently, then deliberately twisted her body on his leg, like a mischievous child testing an adult's limits. "What size are you?"

Yuzuru gasped.

That fairy... she definitely did it on purpose!

The sailor uniform's super short skirt was completely rolled up to the top of his thighs because of this movement, and his fingers almost sank into that snow-white soft flesh.

“I mean…” his voice deepened, “you look even younger than Ayumi right now…”

"Does Nan Nan like her stepmother?"

Yukiko leaned close to his ear, her breath sweet as orchids.

Her pink-nailed fingers gently unbuttoned the top button of his pajamas, the movement soft yet alluring. "Didn't you used to always beg to sleep with Mommy?"

Yuzuru: "..."

A certain beautiful celebrity has started bringing up old grievances again.

He used to love arguing and making a fuss about sleeping together, even using the excuse that he was cold and needed to rub against each other to generate heat. But back then, he always called her "good sister"!

"Good sister, your childish voice is really a bit cheeky." Yu Sheng Nan sighed deeply as he looked at Yukiko, who was lying on his chest and acting coquettishly in a sweet child's voice.

The disguise technique has some bugs.

With her amazing voice-changing skills, even if she didn't become an actress, she could still be a top voice actress and reach the top of the industry.

Upon hearing this, Yukiko's eyes curved into crescents. She suddenly leaned close to Nanami Hanyu's ear and said in a triumphant whisper, "So... what kind of voice does Nanami want to hear from Mommy?"

Her voice instantly switched to a languid, mature tone, carrying an innate allure. Her fingertips traced circles on Yuzuru Nan's collarbone. "My dear son, whichever voice you want to hear... Mommy has it all~"

She can even switch up her style accordingly.

On the large bed, a little girl's ears twitched.

She had her back to the living room, her face expressionless, but her hand under the covers had unconsciously clenched the sheets—these two people... were far too brazen!

"Hmm... Ai?"

Ayumi's groggy voice suddenly rang out, still heavy with sleepiness, "Are you awake?"

Ai froze, quickly withdrawing her attention from eavesdropping: "...No."

"I think I heard Yukiko's voice..."

Ayumi rubbed her eyes, still sleepy, and tried to get up.

"You misheard me." Ai grabbed her and made up a perfunctory excuse, "It's...it's because the TV wasn't turned off."

Ayumi looked at the dark television screen, puzzled: "But..."

"No buts, go to sleep." Ai pressed her head back onto the pillow without further ado. "We're going to see Kamen Rider later."

...

While a melodramatic drama was unfolding at the hotel.

Meanwhile, a murder is unfolding on Conan's side as well.

As a single man, Suijima Lang's rented apartment naturally couldn't maintain a spotless and tidy state.

Moreover, the house itself is not very big, and the space is a bit cramped.

In addition, his two colleagues often stayed here, and all sorts of miscellaneous items kept piling up, making the whole house look messy and disorganized, with all kinds of items piled up everywhere.

Conan, Mitsuhiko, and Genta were crammed into the small bed.

Conan lay on the small bed where it was difficult to even turn over, staring at the dark ceiling, feeling extremely depressed.

The detective felt even more depressed when he thought about how his mother and the others were comfortably staying in a five-star hotel, enjoying a nice hot bath, and relaxing comfortably in a luxurious bed.

"It's all that guy Yuzuru's fault..."

Conan pictured Yuzuru Hanyu's face in his mind, and he had already habitually blamed all the mistakes on Yuzuru Hanyu.

If it weren't for Yuzuru Nan coming along, his mother wouldn't have played those mother-son games.

If he didn't play this game, his mother wouldn't bring up old grievances for no reason. If she didn't bring up old grievances, he could naturally go to the hotel and enjoy a comfortable environment instead of being stuck in this narrow bed with these two little devils, where even turning over is a problem.

"Still calling me a good son? Ha~"

Conan wanted to sneer at the thought of Yuzuru's obedient appearance.

He knows exactly what kind of person this guy is.

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