Wei Yan leaned over, his tall and tall figure easily pressed down and directly pressed him on the operating table. He casually imprisoned the forensic doctor's hands, folded and clasped against her hair, and his long legs were bent and pressed between her legs. The young man half-lowed his eyes, looking a bit cold-blooded, but because of this movement, he had a bit of frivolous ambiguity.

The murderer pressed the person on the cold operating table, his eyes dark and dark, staring straight at the ascetic doctor, his white coat was meticulous and serious, and the corners of his lips were also cold, which easily made people feel a desire to destroy, especially when they were controlled by others in this situation.

With a low laugh, his slender fingers gracefully and romantically hooked the dyed white collar, and slowly opened it, revealing the nobleness of a gentleman and a terrifying contradiction. His fingertips brushed the side of her neck, and his tone was frivolous and affectionate: "I like it very much."

Weiran's hands were stained with blood, and blood beads were flowing. As he moved, he penetrated the forensic's white collar, and soon winded like a rose, accidentally staining the side of the dyed white neck with some blood.

The young man lowered his eyes with his thin lips kissed her neck. The tip of his tongue licked the blood on the side of the forensic's neck little by little. The tip of his snow-white teeth pressed against the dark blue blood vessels so lightly, biting the forensic's thin neckline. He seemed to be obsessed with such actions, exuding ambiguous elegance, and asked in a lingering tone, "Is this a reward?"

"Do you think it is..." The neckline was kissed by the murderer, and then opened her lips and bitten it. The force of licking caused a blank trembling feeling. The forensic doctor narrowed Qingmo's eyes slightly and leaned down with some discomfort. The neckline stretched out a slender and fragile arc. She leaned down her eyes, moved her fingertips slightly, and her tone was still plain: "That's it."

The murderer seemed to be pleased by such a sentence, and laughed softly. He pulled open the forensic collar and bit the tight thin neckline. Slowly down the edge, he opened his affectionate and romantic voice, as if he was most in love: "I like you very much."

He pressed the person calmly, pressed his slender fingers against the forensic's slender waist, and his fingertips penetrated into the hem of her clothes, rubbed her waistline under the cover of the white coat, and gestured slightly, a little frivolous: "Why are our detectives' waists so soft?"

It seems that it will break with a little force.

It is rare to hesitate.

"Not soft."

The forensic doctor said three words coldly and desirelessly.

The next second, as the murderer was slightly stunned, Ranbai suddenly bit his slender and beautiful lips, and then licked the corner of his lips with the tip of his tongue.

Weiran's movement suddenly stopped there for a moment and completely froze.

The touch on the thin lips is extremely unfamiliar, but it is strangely soft.

The intrusion with another breath was hot.

Weiran watched helplessly as the forensic doctor broke away from his clamping, grabbed his collar with one hand, forcing him to lower his body... to kiss.

There was a scar on the murderer's neck, which was bloody and the collar was torn apart. The translucent white skin rubbed against the fabric under rough movements, causing faint red marks. The delicate jade-like collarbone lines appeared faintly, and when the collar of the shirt was half-covered, it became more charming and sexy.

Ranbai's movements were cold, and the corners of his eyes were still clear. Under the dim gaze of the murderer, he kissed him unscrupulously, and bit him finely along the young man's beautiful lip line. She turned her position unconsciously, pressed Weiran under her, grabbed his collar and kissed him.

Weiran remained silent and allowed the forensic doctor's actions to knock down the messy hair of ink. He half-squinted his light-colored deep eyes, and his pupils seemed to contain the most dangerous abyss in the world, reflecting the white shadow.

At this moment, the light was shattered and charming, the tail of the eyes was red, blurred and beautiful, and the low-gasp tone was sexy and bewitching.

The forensic's lips directly crushed the murderer's thin lips, as if there was no game of skills or warmth.

The smell of blood spread in the mouths of the two, like broken rose petals, ambiguous and cold.

The subtle sounds were annihilated by the kissing sound, and the cold touch felt reached the wrist.

No one knew what it was better than him. Weiran had guessed it, but he still kissed the forensic doctor regardless of it. The extreme was full of crazy despair, and the low laughter broke between his lips and teeth. His kiss was fierce and seductive, with a completely unstoppable sense of seduction.

"Click."

The crisp and air-cool sound broke the silence and decadence of this room.

The silver-white handcuffs had already grabbed the murderer's wrist.

The cold temperature makes people wake up.

The desolate desire gradually faded, and Ranbai stopped kissing.

The man gasped, and the ending sound was dull. He raised his hand to block his eyes, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and the thin lips under the straight and high nose bridge became more and more red and moist, with a little sparkling water color, which was extremely scattered, like crushed rose juice applied to his lips and teeth.

After a while,

Weiran slowly opened his eyes and quietly looked at the forensic doctor on his body. His expression was unpredictable. The forensic doctor looked at him condescendingly.

"Planning to me?" Weiran narrowed his eyes lazily, and there was a sense of desire between his eyebrows and eyes that had not yet faded, which seemed more and more attractive. He calmly glanced at the silver handcuffs that held his wrist, and laughter overflowed from his throat, as if dangerous and as if bewitching.

"So what?" The forensic doctor looked at him with his eyes down, his expression still cold, but his lips were cold and there was a little more beautiful.

Weiran's throat rolled into a sexy curve, his voice was dull and mumbling, as if he was muttering himself, his tone was weird and affectionate, and his cold romance: "I actually kissed me."

This is Weiran's first kiss.

Compared with the slightly bored and disdainful look in the past, it seems...

not bad.

He raised his slender fingers, and with his casual movements, the handcuffs clasped against his fair wrist swayed slightly, making a cold and crisp sound. The silver-white shimmer was shining with a cold light, reflecting the dim scene at this moment. The murderer was pressed on the operating table by the forensic doctor. His clothes were messy and he felt a vague ambiguousness.

"Don't continue?" Weiran didn't mind the handcuffs. He licked Yingrun Feimi's thin lips and said lazily and silly: "Cut the bridge across the river, the detective is quite skillful."

The forensic doctor reconciled: "I'm pretty good at it."

The murderer half-squinted his eyes, his eyes straightforward and dangerous, staring at the quiet and solemn figure in front of him, his eyes were dark and dark. After the atmosphere condensed for a while, he suddenly made movements in that position. His other long finger, which was not handcuffed, used three-point force to suddenly hold the forensic doctor's waist!

Through the thin white coat, the touch under his fingertips was slender. He pressed the person who was about to stand up on his body, then slightly raised his delicate jaw, and his thin lips covered his dyed white lips fiercely and bloodily in the dark, forcing the forensic doctor to kiss him.

The forensic doctor was directly pressed on him again by this.

As his breathing was entangled, he raised his nose and gently pressed against the woman's side face.

Weiran pressed the dyed white waist and pressed the person tightly against his cold and hard chest. He opened his eyes. The deep light brown eyes became hazy for the first time, as if they were filled with a faint mist, but there was a dangerous and deadly abyss hidden, just looking at the figure that was so close to him.
Chapter completed!