"Watch your sister! It was just a slip and a fall, nothing serious. I have no idea what's going on in your head."
Kōyū gave Conan a good scolding, then leaned against the wall and walked towards the bathroom.
He drank a lot of soup this afternoon, and his bladder is full of contents, so he needs to relieve himself.
"You said it was nothing, but your walking posture has become like this."
Conan chuckled, a sly glint in his eyes.
Upon hearing this, Kōyū silently took off his shoes, bent down, picked up the slipper, pointed it at Conan, and said expressionlessly, "If you spread rumors about me again, I guarantee this slipper will be found on your face in the next second."
"No, have mercy."
Conan waved his hands repeatedly and apologized to Mitsuyu, saying, "I was wrong. A gentleman uses words, not fists."
"I am not a gentleman."
Despite saying that, Kwang-woo still put on his shoes and then walked into the bathroom while holding onto the wall.
After relieving himself of his bladder and quickly washing up, Kōyū ignored Conan reading in the living room and returned to his bed using his old method.
Not long after he got back to bed, Kōyū received a text message from Ai.
After exchanging a few words with Ai, Kōyū put away his phone.
Chatting should be done in moderation. If Guangyou didn't know the right limit, he could probably chat all night.
He needed to rest, and so did Ai, so Kōyū didn't talk about anything else. After giving a few instructions, they ended the chat.
Next, Guangyou took out the black notebook that was under his pillow and started writing and drawing in it with the pen on the bedside table.
Sometimes when he gets tired of drawing, Guangyou will pick up that photo booth picture and look at it for a while, as a way to relax.
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