He slightly supported his white jaw and said slowly: "Forensic, we seem to be locked here."

"I know." Listening to Weiran's calm joking tone, Ranbai felt that his hand holding the scalpel was a little itchy, "No need for the store manager to talk nonsense."

Weiran's friendly proposal: "Why not kick the door?"

Ranbai stared at him coldly.

"Just kidding." Weiran smiled without changing his lips, blinked at Ranbai's left eye, and dragged his mouth with a smile: "How could we, the solemn and self-disciplined forensic doctor kick the door of the police station, or our own anatomy room."

"Shut up." Ranbai suddenly wanted to put the scalpel back in his mouth and put it in his mouth. At least she did not listen to those extremely inappropriate jokes. She glanced at the disheveled young man, paused for a moment, "Put the clothes."

"First of all, it's not what I want to talk about." Weiran was so rude that he raised his tied hands and shook them in front of Ranbai's eyes. His thin lips became deeper and his smile became deeper, which was unclear: "Forensic doctor tied me like this, how do you ask me to wear it?"

Even so, Ranbai had no intention of unraveling it for Weiran.

This guy loosened his tie and couldn't say where he was going to go again.

The forensic doctor frowned impatiently, and his body was covered in cold and low pressure. He took a step forward, and pulled the young man's shirt coldly and roughly, without patience, buttoning him quickly. The snow-white fabric rubbed against the young man's skin and turned red. His fingertips inevitably touched his cold and delicate chest.

Weiran really didn't expect the forensic doctor to do this. His sexy Adam's apple rolled gently, and his usual cold body temperature was slightly hot. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the forensic doctor's low air pressure with half-bearing his lips, and said calmly: "I said, can the forensic doctor take advantage of me?"

Listen.

Is this what people say?

Ranbai's movements paused slightly, and she looked at Weiran condescendingly. Her dark eyes were as cold as snow in her snow. She was about to say something, and then she heard Weiran's gentle and calm addition to the next sentence: "Don't we, the forensic lady, feel that I have any reaction to you?"

“…”

A long silence,

Still silent.

Finally, the forensic doctor said: "Will you die if you say less?"

"Don't die." Weiran chuckled, with a gentle and elegant ruffian, very gentle and scum. He almost said in the forensic's ear in a low voice. The vague words mixed with ambiguous frivolity, and were clearly captured by the wild white: "But it will..."

The forensic doctor was slightly stiff, and his palm was pressed directly on Weiran's thin lips to cover him tightly, blocking all the youth's next words.

Wei Ran murmured, and the sound of the air was low and confusing. He raised his eyes slightly, and looked at Ranbai with affectionate feelings. He was gentle and innocent, with a faint joking meaning fleeting.

The low pressure on the forensic doctor always lingers all over his body, without saying a word, interpreting indifference to the extreme, lowering his eyes and unbuttoning the black tie that tied Weiran's wrist.

He was originally cold white and was tied with a tie for so long. He had deep red marks on his wrists. Even because the binding force was too heavy and too tight, the blood was not smooth and vaguely purple, which looked a little shocking, and the abusive beauty became even stronger.

But Weiran didn't say anything for so long, it didn't seem to hurt at all.

Ranbai looked silently and said nothing.

Wei Ran was very careless, and moved his wrist stiffly, not caring about this minor injury. He always looked at the forensic doctor with a smile, and his gaze was affectionate and seductive.

The forensic doctor found a new pair of handcuffs, and under the eyes of Weiran's smile, he frivolously and effortlessly slap his hands.

The cold touch gently strokes the wrist without any temperature.

When he buckled it, he pressed the wounded area again. The cold and painful touch made people tremble slightly on his wrist. Wei Ran licked his lower lip, making him laugh and lazy, allowing Ran Bai to handcuff himself, without any intention of resisting, "Where did the forensic doctor take me?"

He leaned over gracefully, staring at Ranbai coldly and lingeringly, his tone was strange and affectionate, and he unknowingly wrapped around people and suffocated them, like a drowning deep sea, "Do you send your brother to prison?"

"What's the matter with sir." The forensic doctor finally responded to Weiran's words, but did not give any answer. His eyebrows and eyes were naturally cold and indifferent, and even his voice could not hear any emotion.

The laughter overflowed his lips and teeth, and he was lazy and whispered in the romantic romance of the noble: "Baby is so cute."

The slender and pale fingers of the young man gently pressed against the position of the young man's heart. She could feel the force of beating under her fingertips. She pressed it slightly and said to Weiran calmly: "Sir, I'm afraid it's not an exaggeration to shoot you for your crime."

"Can you be punished?" Weiran didn't say anything else, but asked for no reason, strange and dangerous, he seemed to be laughing.

Ranbai's answer was calm and objective: "I am a forensic doctor and I am not responsible for the execution."

"What should I do?" Weiran still looked careless when he spoke, bringing out some cynical sluts. The arrogance and arrogance of nobles faintly emerged from his bones, giving people a sense of playful and provocative: "Brother's life is not easy to take."

He whispered in her ear, and his breath passed through her ears, saying only for Ranbai, which meant an unknown romantic meaning: "I can only give to a forensic doctor who is dedicated to arresting me."

Ranbai looked at him with a deep look and said nothing.

The anatomy room fell into a long silence.

final,

This sentence did not wait for its following.

The two left the window.

It is impossible for Ranbai to kick the door of the anatomy room.

Weiran watched the forensic's clean and neat movements of the window, and the white coat brought out the wind. He smiled in an unknown way, his voice was low and charming, and he joked: "I didn't expect that our forensic lady who is so serious on the surface to be so skillful in leaping through the window."

Ranbai glanced at him, his voice was very light: "I can't compare to the store manager."

Ranbai walked towards the parking lot, staring at Weiran as he walked, his eyes as light as night water.

It is already late at night now, and there are few people in the parking lot. It is very deep in the distance, and the atmosphere is so quiet that it can be heard.

It was really eye-catching when the two stood together.

The young forensic doctor was wearing a clean ascetic white coat, and even his back was filled with the coldness of a giant thousands of miles away. His white fingers were carelessly wrapped around his black tie and put them in his hands to play with them.

The young man next to him was tall and long, with a black windbreaker and a white shirt, as if he had walked out of a comic, with a gentle and elegant temperament, but... he was wearing a pair of handcuffs, and the silver-white metal handcuffs were shining with a cold light in the night, and they were clasped on his wrist, which seemed to be a vague taboo and secret ambiguous meaning.

"cough--!"
Chapter completed!