Conan: Ke Xue’s daily life in the world of elderly care

The heavy curtains were torn open a small gap, allowing sunlight to pour in and shine onto the bed along the air.

Gin opened his eyes sharply. There was no trace of sleepiness in his dark green eyes, only strong vigilance and murderous intent. His hand was already hidden under the pillow, grasping the handle of the gun.

"It's still early."

A hand reached out from the side, and the warm palm covered his eyelids to block out the light, and the voice was filled with sleepiness.

Gin closed his eyes. The vigilance he had developed from years of being a wanted criminal on the edge of a knife gradually disappeared, and then he closed his eyes as if to wake himself up.

The body lying next to me had normal human temperature, with brown hair sticking to his cheeks and neck, and the side-lying posture had half of his face buried in the soft pillow.

Ten minutes later, Gin opened his eyes again, sat up on the mattress with his palms, piled the quilt around his waist and took the ashtray.

Tang Muqing opened his eyes sharply, "Smoking in bed? I think you want to burn me to death."

If there was no fire, it would not be impossible to burn him to death by twisting and turning on the bed, but now there is fire!

He likes soft mattresses, soft pillows and soft quilts. If a spark falls on them, he will be able to eat charcoal-grilled vixen today.

"You think I'm a three-year-old?"

Gin completely ignored the advice and sat on Tang Muqing's luxurious bed worth a fortune and lit a cigarette.

He looked at the palm-sized ashtray in his hand and looked at Tang Muqing with contempt, "I'm already giving you face by letting me use the ashtray, don't be ungrateful."

Know your position clearly, how dare you care about him?

Tang Muching sighed, inexplicably feeling that Gin was a little angry when he woke up early in the morning.

He glanced at the light in the curtains, thought for a moment before speaking, "It's very cold today, how about having hot pot tonight? I'll ask the chef to prepare some beef and seafood, okay?"

Gin snorted and laughed, "It's summer, and the temperature is nearly 30 degrees. Is it cold?"

Tang Muqing:...

Okay, I get it. Another case has happened and Conan is about to appear again!

"You have to eat it in the summer. Sweating helps metabolism and heals wounds..." Tang Muching said casually, touching his lower abdomen with his hand.

Smooth, warm, without the gauze, wounds or scars that one would imagine.

Tang Muching lifted the quilt and looked down, and fell into deep thought as he saw a white scar across his lower abdomen.

I slept for... several months?

Tang Muqing turned to look at Gin blankly, and asked uncertainly, "You... don't you feel that there is something wrong?"

Before going to bed last night, Gin was so impatient that he put a waterproof plastic film on his lower abdomen to make it easier to take a shower. How come when he woke up...

"What's wrong?" Gin glanced at Tang Muqing who was smoking quietly, "I think you are sick again."

Having said that, Gin retracted his gaze, put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray, got up, washed up, and prepared to spend the morning at Tang Muqing's house to integrate information, arrange actions, and have a meal.

Tang Muqing looked at Gin's back and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

The wound healed...

Doesn’t anyone remember that after his wounds healed, he regained the mobility of a normal man?

Doesn’t anyone care that I have been cultivating myself and recuperating from my injuries for a long time?

Tang Muching picked up his phone and looked at the date. After sending messages to the housekeeper and the chef, he got up from the bed and walked to the bathroom in his pajamas.

Gin stood in front of the mirror, holding his cell phone in one hand and looking at the various texts on it. Japanese, English, German and French jumped back and forth in his mind, but the speed did not slow down at all. In the other hand, he held a toothbrush, and his expression was still calm and indifferent.

Tang Muching leaned against the door, quickly washed up, and closed the bathroom door behind him.

Hearing the sound of the lock closing, Gin raised his eyes and looked through the mirror at the head that appeared next to his shoulder. "Just because your injury has healed, you think you can do whatever you want?"

Can you recall the time some time ago when you were lying in bed helpless?

Do you want to accumulate some virtue for yourself?

After being attacked and discharged from the hospital, wouldn't most people be busy replenishing their bodies and exercising to strengthen their ability to fight back?

"You seem unhappy?" Tang Muqing smiled. He found a mouthwash cup, filled it with water and handed it to Gin. He moved the bottles and jars beside him to the cabinet to avoid bumping into them. Then he raised his hand and touched Gin's arm. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize until now that you might have missed me a little, but I didn't seem to respond to you."

Gin:......

are you crazy.

Can't he have a good temper when he wakes up?!

I was kicked off the bed twice and my quilt was snatched away twice in the middle of the night. Now I can’t lose my temper when I wake up early?

Tang Muqing found a rubber band, combed Gin's long hair neatly under Gin's dangerous and murderous gaze, and then tied it up with a rubber band, "I'll apologize first, and then I'll make amends. Do you want to accept this apology, senior?"

At this point, Tang Muching couldn't help but laugh out loud.

He used his fingertips to pull Gin's hair and shook it, lowering his voice and speaking softly, "Look, now no matter how much we quarrel, we won't break the skin care products and get hurt, and we won't press on your hair anymore."