Conan, hiding under the table, clutched his crotch and trembled slightly.
"This person is so pitiful."
Even Ai Haibara couldn't help but lament Yuzo Sakami's bad luck.
Looking at Yuzo Sakami lying on the ground, Mitsuhiro felt much better.
This bald man, even if he doesn't live to see his next life, will at least be bedridden for several months.
Having subdued the bald man, Sonoko looked at Kyogoku Makoto's retreating figure and asked, "Kyogoku, what brings you here?"
Makoto Kyogoku took off his knitted hat and said seriously, "I've come to see what kind of man you like."
"I need to be sure he's good enough for you."
Sonoko looked surprised, but also a little shy.
When Kyogoku Makoto saw Sonoko's expression, he thought she was pretending to be stupid, and said in a very serious tone: "Stop pretending. That sweater you knitted, the teacup you made yourself, and the chocolate you're making now, are they all for that man?"
"Alright, please tell me, which lucky man has won your favor?"
Makoto Kyogoku looked at Sonoko, his eyes filled with jealousy.
Sonoko blushed and pointed at Makoto Kyogoku.
Kyogoku Makoto looked back, and seeing no one, turned back.
Only then did he realize what Sonoko wanted to say.
"That person is you."
Yuanzi was no longer her usual carefree self; she acted like a little girl.
Makoto Kyogoku felt somewhat taken aback; his nerves, which were capable of dodging bullets, were now completely unable to process anything.
Sonoko picked up the chocolate she had made herself from the table next to her and showed it to Makoto Kyogoku.
The four words written on it, "Dedicated to A-Zhen," perfectly express Sonoko's feelings.
"So, that man was me?"
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