Weiran noticed the forensic's gaze and looked at her indefinitely. Then he hooked the fingertips at the forensic. His fingers were clearly tied and he wore an exquisite diamond ring on his tail finger. It was particularly fair in skin color, reflecting a silver-white and lustery luster, elegant and charming, like a god's bewitchment.

Such movements were silent and seductive, and the owner laughed casually, and the lowered voice was a little ambiguous, "Want to see?"

He said, "If you want to see it, show it to you."

Ranbai leaned against the back of the chair, looked at him sideways, and suddenly said, "Come here."

Weiran blinked his left eye lightly, and the curve of his long eyelashes drooped is confusing. He leaned over with a smile.

The forensic doctor reached out his hand coldly, pulled the young man's snow-white collar directly, and pulled the person in front of her. Her fingertips rubbed the hard collarbone lines, and faced Weiran's light-colored eyes, opened his thin lips lightly, and his tone was a little ridiculous: "Did the store manager have no long hands? Can't he button the shirt?"

He was pulled on his collar and was forced to lean over. His body lowered a little. The corners of his lips curled up in a terrifying curve: "If you can't you clamp it, do you have to untie it?"

"Then I suggest that the store manager should not wear it." The forensic doctor calmly said. After pausing, she spoke again and approached Wei Ran: "In addition, what does it mean to just look at the collarbone? You might as well take it off and show it to me."

Weiran stared at her, quieted for two seconds, as if thinking about something, and finally laughed a long time, thinking: "That won't work."

He said lazily: "What if the forensic doctor is not responsible after seeing it, how can I thank you?"

The forensic doctor was indifferent.

"Isn't someone unresponsible now?" Weiran slowly raised his hand, pressed Ranbai's wrist, and easily clamped it with one hand. The light reflected by the diamond ring with his tail finger was cold and seductive. He lowered his forensic ear, his breath was ambiguous, "But-"

Weiran paused deliberately, and his light brown eyes seemed to be born with affection, and his colors were hazy, and he was playful: "Even if a forensic lady is not responsible now, she wouldn't even dare to enter the w.r. fairy tale, right?"

Ranbai's concise statement: "Speak human words."

"Human words are..." It is meaningful: "When will the forensic doctor want to take advantage of me?"

He almost said in Ranbai's ear, his breath was slightly hot, and his tone hit the Ranbai's eardrum, and his faint smile: "You can't bear to let go?"

Weiran was very confused: "I like it so much? I'll give it to you."

want……

If you want it, I will give it to you.

Ranbai thought about these four words.

“…”

The forensic doctor glanced indifferently at the young man holding his hand. The hardness of the diamond ring on his tail finger slightly hit her wrist. The temperature was cold. She still maintained the posture of pulling someone's collar because of this movement. The collar was messy and open, and the collarbone was charming and sexy. Her fingertips just stood against the sunken part of the collarbone, which was indeed a bit...a advantage.

Then she is not responsible.

According to Wei Ran, she made her a little bit shitty.

The forensic doctor let go with a cold face.

He smiled happily, and there seemed to be spring in his eyebrows and eyes, and he was joking in a lazy way: "Come in when you come, I can't do anything to you."

How can I bear to give up?

"Shop Manager." Ranbai said calmly: "Can you stop always seducing children?"

"Is that?" Weiran said with a oh, his eyebrows raised slightly, staring at Ranbai, gentle and bewitching, and his voice was tempting, his voice was lingering like bubbles, and the ending sound was deliberately ticked, "Well, forensic kid, can you go home with your brother?"

"Brother bought you candy." Weiran licked his red thin lips lightly, gentle and elegant, with a kind and well-dressed meaning, and a bit balmished.

Ranbai: "..."

Ranbai's pronunciation is very heavy, and he paused every word, and was cold and stern: "Not good."

"The child is a little fierce." Weiran laughed softly, slowly and toneed: "Then... you go home with your brother, and your brother will sleep for you."

“…”

She found Weiran was really shameless.

The forensic doctor sneered: "Who are you?"

"Is the kid angry with my brother?" Weiran's fingertips were cold but slightly hot. He gently rubbed the bridge of the forensic Gao Ting's nose, his movements were a little doting, and he smiled and said, "You are my brother, okay."

"Okay, then you scream." Ranbai yelled, knocking Weiran's hand off, his lips turned cool and his tone was also cool.

Weiran stared at her with a chuckle, and said in a negotiating tone: "We forensic doctors are girls, and the brother is not suitable, can we call my sister?"

Ranbai didn't expect Weiran to really say something.

In fact, he could even call out his brother, so what's impossible for his sister?

Weiran had no psychological burden, and his tone seemed to be hidden with a hook, with affection that seemed to be true or false. His thin lips bit the words and lingered out, low and ambiguous: "Sister."

He dragged his tone and asked with greater urgency: "Sister, are you considering going home with me?"

"Get out." Ranbai couldn't bear it anymore.

"I'm not happy to call your sister." Weiran sighed softly, feeling quite distressed, with a little helpless indulgence: "It's a bit difficult for children to coax."

final,

A store manager finally coaxed people to the store.

w.r. in fairy tale,

It was already night, and the dessert shop was turned on with warm lights. The crystal-like decoration was very dreamy, and the main tone was clean and elegant.

The cat that Ranbai saw last time was still lazily sleeping on the wooden floor, circling its small body with its furry tail, and nestling in the corner of the sky blue wall.

"Welcome to the forensic children." Weiran curled his thin lips, and he took off his light white windbreaker gracefully. His slender fingers with distinct joints sorted out the messy collar that had just been pulled by the dyed white skin. The two silver-white clothes that were unbuttoned, the faint lines of the collarbone that were still fascinating. He looked at the dyed white and said lazyly: "I want something to come."

The forensic doctor half-hugged his eyebrows and leaned coldly against the wall beside him, and said two words without any emotion: "Whatever."

"Brother doesn't have the word casual here." Weiran raised his eyebrows and smiled. The golden silk glasses were very gentle. He threw the windbreaker he took off to Ranbai, "Please, brother do it for you."

Ranbai glanced at the windbreaker that was caught off guard and threw it in his arms. The temperature of the man was still left, stained with the light fragrance unique to Weiran, with a faint smell of tobacco, and an unexpectedly good smell.

The forensic doctor held the windbreaker expressionlessly and said nothing.

The clerk who had been silently reducing his presence silently swallowed.

She was very suspicious that their store manager was interested in the forensic lady.

Because since the opening of the fairy tale store of W.R., Weiran has never done anything except paying money, and he has come to the fairy tale of W.R., and the only few times he has either gone to bed or made desserts for himself.

But it has become significantly more frequent recently. I have come to W.R. fairy tales a lot, and I have personally done them for the forensic lady!

After all... cough cough cough.
Chapter completed!