Squatting down and holding Yukiko's legs, it was like touching green bamboo on a snowy night, slender but stiff, white but cold.

"Kongsheng...I'm so cold..."

She acted coquettishly to the boy squatting in front of her, and while he was lowering his head, he wiped his face randomly with his hands, trying to make himself look less ugly and at least retain some dignity.

In her heart, Yukiko didn't want Kousei to see her like this.

The snot stuck to the back of my hands, and the more I wiped it, the more it became, and the blush on both sides of my cheeks was also wiped off, making it even more sloppy.

The tear stains are clearly visible.

"Wait a minute, I'll get some paper."

Seeing this scene, Kousei temporarily put down his legs that had just been warmed up, and took out a tissue from his pocket.

Holding Shijiang's face, his hand supported his chin.

Wipe from both sides of the eyes to remove makeup and tear stains.

Use another tissue and hold your nose with your index finger and thumb.

"Blow your nose and move."

Hissssssss——————!!!

There was a harsh sound, and you felt some soft and sticky substance rushing out of your nose with your fingers. You squeezed it with your strength to wipe away the mucus.

Then he took out the third one and placed it on the bridge of Yukiko's nose.

"Kongsheng, isn't it too disgusting?"

He covered his nose and could only breathe through his mouth, and his voice sounded like a bad cold.

"No, don't talk, blow it."

She squeezed her fingers twice to signal Yukiko to come again.

Another sound came from the interrogation room, the unpleasant sound of nose blowing, which lasted three seconds longer than the last time.

…

Yukiko was hugged by Kousei's hands, and she curled up. One hand dragged her gluteal muscles that could not be grasped at all, and the other hand held her waist and pressed it against her arms.

He is obviously a very big person, but he is sitting in the boy's arms.

"Kongsheng, can we leave now?"

Yukiko hugged the boy face to face, put her hands around the other person's neck, and leaned against the other person without blocking her sight.

He rubbed his ear and asked in a low voice.

"Don't worry, I'm by your side and it's been taken care of."

I twisted the flesh in my hand, and heard the "hiss" sound in my ears that I didn't dare to shout out. It was long and tactful, and I made this sound deliberately.

He is worthy of being a well-known actor of his predecessor.

Twenty minutes ago, I was hugged like an ice sculpture. Now it has gradually warmed up, and my hair has been temporarily tied up so that it will not be sloppy and scattered around.

Press a pair of marshmallows, the temperature will rise, and the fragrance will spread.

"Didn't Yingli know that Kousei was coming?"

There was no shame in being held by her disciple like this. Yukiko enjoyed this kind of care very much, especially the hands that held her firmly and occasionally made surprise movements.

When I saw the clock on the wall, it was already eleven o'clock in the night, and I couldn't help but ask Kousheng.

"I don't know. I massaged my mother for a while and she fell into a deep sleep."

As soon as I finished speaking, I suddenly felt pain in my neck.

Yukiko bit her teeth, leaving a tooth mark, and when she left, she licked some saliva and left it on, as a punishment for being dissatisfied with Kousei's answer.

I also regained my feelings little by little.

There is no danger, she can recover and play the role of the boy's elder, the cute and charming Yukiko sister, instead of the suspect who was just rescued by the boy.

My whole body feels warm, but I still want to be buried in Gongsheng's arms, enjoy the treatment of a princess, and be protected by others instead of a servant who shouts around.

After walking through the interrogation room, I passed by the door of the detention room.

It was also at this time that a terrifying face floated out, as if it were mounted on the door, with only the head exposed, staring fiercely at Kousei Mori, and then staring at Yukiko even more fiercely.

His hair has turned into bird's nests, his eye circles are sunken, his complexion is bluish-white, and his mouth is dry.

"Mom, Mom, get me out quickly, I'm caught here."

The person clinging to the door was none other than Kudo Shinichi, but he could no longer look like a human being.

"Mom, mom, hurry up and save me..."

Hearing the call, Yukiko turned her head and looked at her captured son, Kudo Shinichi.

"Mom, I haven't eaten for a long time. They didn't give me a drop of water. Please save me quickly...save me quickly!"

"Save me, save me, aren't you my mother?!"

"What's going on with you being held in this bastard's arms? What's your relationship with this bastard? Do you want to betray this family?"

The plea was short-lived. Kudo Shinichi could not suppress the riot in his heart and used his last strength to roar at the two people in front of him.

Seeing Yukiko being held in Kousei's arms in such an intimate manner, the blush on her face made her feel sick.

Roar with all your strength!

It's a pity that my body can't bear such a roar at all. I haven't drank a drop of water or eaten a grain of rice since I was arrested, which consumes the little energy I have left...

"Cough! Cough! Uh-huh...why...cough!!!"

Wheezing, not having the energy to take a second breath, and even retching.

The whole person was lying on the ground.

Just longing for what she looks like at this moment will make Yukiko outside the door have some conscience and let her out.

But the result...

"Son, let's go."

There is not much emotion, Yukiko has become numb to the abuse, and the other party's commanding words also make Yukiko unable to feel anything.

Without looking at Kudo Shinichi's detention room, he turned around and hugged Kousei, the child of his best friend, whom he had been pulling since childhood.

In this embrace, Yukiko can feel like a mother, not a nanny.

Just like today, you can't rely on anyone at all. In your heart, you even reject your best friend and your husband, and your son can't even protect you.

Since so many people have an indifferent attitude towards themselves, why should they continue to maintain things that have collapsed long ago? Isn't it enough that everyone treats them indifferently?

And Yusaku Kudo...

"Asshole! Bitch!"

"Don't you think it's disgusting to be someone else's mother if you don't care about your own son?"

His own son?

Yukiko has no feelings, and she has never heard of anyone whose son cares about eating and washing clothes every day. He lives like a young master, casually instructing his mother to organize things.

In comparison, what he holds in his arms is his own son, and this son will accompany him in the future.

At least he can cook for himself, drive himself when he goes out, and protect himself when danger calls for him.

nausea?

What's even more disgusting is that Yukiko wants to snatch the boy hugging her from her best friend's hands, not only to replace his mother, but also to replace his pillow and quilt.

Right, it's even more disgusting.

Everyone has selfish desires, hoping to live a better life and have others care about them.

"Son, don't worry about this person. Let's go home. Mom is hungry."

Home, where is home?

Is the Kudo family’s house extremely dirty right now?

Does the future Baroness of the Dark Night there have anything to do with me?

Yukiko didn't think too much about the future. In fact, it was good to be with Kousei. At least she could still be a mother and experience the joy of motherhood.

As he took another step forward, he felt the boy in his arms carrying him away from this land of right and wrong. In his arms, Yukiko didn't panic at all.

"Asshole! Mr. Mori! You bastard!"

"You took away my Maolilan! Now you want to take away my mother!"

"You're still taking away my honor!"

"I'm a detective, why are you doing this to me?"

Only the sound of booming and crashing was heard, hitting the iron door of the detention room again and again. The noisy sound made the entire detention room area agitated.

Everyone stuck their heads out to see what was going on.
To be continued...