Amid the rapid and low gasping sound, the murderer learned what Ran Bai had just done, bit along her lip line, licked the corner of the forensic lip with his tongue, and opened her lips and teeth. The kiss was mixed with indescribable confusion and bewitching, and the force was bloody and crazy, and the crushing brought out a blurred and sexy conflict.

This is his home court.

Another "click" sound, as cold as thin as glass.

The handcuffs were gently stroked and held on the forensic doctor's wrist.

The hands of the two were completely clasped together by handcuffs.

"I like it very much." In the long fall, the greenness and cold collided to create the most confusing sexiness, which was like a demon seductive. He smiled softly in Ranbai's ears, his tone was cold and affectionate, and said with gentlemanly elegance: "Thank you for the hospitality."

The forensic doctor pressed down his eyebrows, with a cold feeling like frosty and snow. His eyes were like the cold river in the winter night, as if they could freeze people in it. She suddenly lifted the handcuffed wrist.

Because the two were handcuffed together, once Ranbai moves, Wei Ran will inevitably follow him.

The murderer raised his hand with Ran Bai's force. The cold silver-white handcuffs handcuffed the two of them tightly, glowing with a cold light, and absurd ambiguity faintly arises in such an atmosphere.

Weiran liked the appearance of the two being handcuffed together. He was quite fond of him and gently stroked the cold handcuffs, lazy and frivolous: "What should I do? The forensic doctor was also handcuffed."

"I'm very happy?" Ranbai looked at Wei Ran coldly.

"Something." His slow answer seemed true or false.

As he said that, Weiran shook his wrist carelessly, and the handcuffs collided and made a cold and crisp sound. Ranbai's hand, which was locked, also shook with his movements.

Weiran looked like she had found a new and interesting toy. She couldn't let go of her for a while and seemed to have a novel interest. Every time Ranbai moved slightly with the murderer's movements expressionlessly, her wrist swaying in the air. She controlled the force and pulled the person directly in front of her, and her voice was sunk: "Bored."

Ranbai's eyebrows were so cold that she couldn't help but feel cold and irritable. She originally wanted to find the key to the handcuffs, but who knew the murderer laughed long ago. The uncuffed hand was playing with a cold and small object and asked casually: "Does the forensic doctor want to find this?"

That's the key to the handcuffs.

Weiran just walked out of Ranbai's pocket.

Ranbai glanced coldly, quickly took back his mind, and his voice calmed down: "Do you think I must use the key to uncuff the handcuffs?"

"No need." Weiran raised his eyebrows lazily. He dragged his tail tone, his tone was gentle and frivolous, with a little evil spirit, "Then I..." he threw it away.

Before the remaining two words were finished, they were destroyed between the lips and teeth.

Ranbai directly grabbed the young man's black tie with one hand, and his strength was cold and fierce. He pulled the person in front of him and bit the murderer with his eyes down.

It was really biting in the position of his neckline blood vessel.

Weiran paused.

He could refuse, but he didn't.

"Pu" sound.

The key of the handcuffs fell off from the fingertips and fell on the ground, making a crisp sound, but no one paid attention to it.

Ranbai pulled the murderer's tie, her fair fingers wrapped around the black texture, which made her look cold and abstinent. When Weiran raised her chin slightly, her thin lips moved up while breathing, and bit her lips hard along the line of his neck. He soon oozed blood, and a strong smell of blood spread. The murderer groaned in a dull and dumb manner.

But instead of pushing away the lanbai, the crazy and confused choice deepened. He leaned half on the cold operating table, and a ray of moonlight leaked in and sprinkled on the young man, flickering, with a long legs bent, and the black pants were straight with lines, containing the desire for power and beauty.

Weiran's handcuffed hand rested on his bent knees casually and kissed in that position.

The gasp was rapid and sexy.

Ranbai used the most rude means to forcibly destroy the handcuffs that held the wrists of the two, and whispered in the young man's ear: "Sir, you can't kiss."

The dismantled handcuffs fell ruthlessly on the ground.

The forensic doctor pulled Weiran's black tie away in the next second and wrapped it around his fingertips. Such movements confusing and cold, and he became more and more arrogant in his temperament, and had a contradictory seduction.

"No?" Weiran smiled hoarsely, his tone was fascinated, and he was a little playful and presumptuous, "Then why are we, the forensic doctor, so breathing so hard?"

Ranbai was calm and cold: "Everyone would pant in this way of kissing."

Wei Ran half leaned against the operating table, and looked lazy and looked like he was covered in bones. The ankle exposed when his long legs were bent up. His eyes were shimmering because of kissing. At this time, he stared at Ranbai unscrupulously, with a dark and deep sense of danger. When he chuckled, he was a little careless and playful: "But no forensic doctor will kiss the criminal."

Ranbai's face was expressionless and wrapped the torn tie around the murderer's wrist in circles, firmly binding his hands.

Weiran let Ran Bai's movements, looked down at her tying her, and murmured, feeling very unscrupulous: "So we forensic doctors still like this way of playing?"

Ranbai ignored Weiran's words and tied him to death. Then he stood up coldly and took a step back. The white coat was solemnly smoothed away by her wrinkles, and she became meticulously cold again. She lowered her eyes halfway and looked at the murderer condescendingly.

The night became more and more dim and dark. There was no light on the anatomy room and it was sunk into a dead darkness. Only a few rays of white and quiet moonlight fell in from the half-open window, covering the ground with a clear light, clearly outlining the outline of the man, bathing in the moonlight.

He sat up slightly, leaning lazily on the operating table that was so cold that there was no trace of temperature, bent his straight and slender legs, looking a little careless and calm, but his aura was particularly cold-blooded and dangerous.

Ranbai has never seen the murderer look like this. The black windbreaker is open and the snow-white shirt is very messy. It is loosely worn on the body, covered with indentations and wrinkles. Several silver-white buttons are untied, the tie is pulled out, the collarbone is torn open, and the lines are clear at a glance, with a luster-like jade luster, and red marks are mottled and embellished, which is imaginative.

The scenery you look down half-hidden in your shirt, making you look more and more tempting. The hem of the shirt slipped out of the belt at some point. The metal buttons on the belt are cold in color, and the thin and beautiful waist lines can be vaguely seen.

Especially his shirt sleeves were loosely rolled upwards, his wrists were tied together by black tie, the diamond ring he wore on his tail finger was cold and shiny, and the cold white skin was red under the friction. The fair skin color and the pure black tie complement each other, and even the color of the finger bones looked pale, intertwining a vivid and strong visual contrast.

In this way, it is messy but not embarrassed, but it has a kind of abuse and wild beauty, exuding ambiguous seduction.

The forensic doctor looked at him silently, frowned slightly, but it seemed that there was no such thing.

Weiran noticed Ranbai's eyes and raised his eyes lazily, just as he hit the forensic doctor's sight. His eyes met, and he curled his lips slightly.
Chapter completed!