Weiran groaned softly, but was not angry at all. He didn't dodge. He just reached out and pressed the forensic's thin and delicate neck to press the person in his direction. His thin lips were dyed with blood, as if he had applied the most gorgeous rouge. The two couldn't tell whether they were kissing or biting people. They only heard Qing's young voice indulging: "Bite harder? Let you relieve your anger."

After saying that.

The beauty store manager took the initiative to unbutton the two buttons of the snow-white shirt. His finger bones were cold and slender, his neckline was slightly open, his Adam's apple was fascinated and sexy, and his collarbone was faintly visible. He turned his face slightly, and the perfect curve of the neck line was exposed in front of Sanbai's eyes without any concealment. The veins were clear, and the dark blue blood vessels were delicate and fragile. The bright voice was like the temptation of a demon, exuding an indescribable magic: "Bite."

Ranbai licked the blood-stained tip of the snow-white teeth, and felt that Weiran was really unprincipled in front of her and was even foul.

She didn't bite.

Weiran waited for a few seconds before waiting. He chuckled, gently held the white face, and licked the blood on the forensic's lips with the red tongue. The water-colored and wet touch was scented.

Ranbai shook his wrist and said a cold voice in a very impatient way. The voice was a bit dumb and said: "Unlock it."

He paused and said yes.

Hearing this answer, the forensic doctor took a look.

The unidentified and unconsciously hooked his thin lips and slowly untied the handcuffs that handcuffed one hand for Ranbai, you can feel his tenderness and cherishment from the movements.

Then--

"Click--" sound.

The crisp sound was like shattered glass.

The silver handcuffs that had just been untied from the wild wrist were handed on Weiran's left hand, reflecting a cold and lustery luster, which set off his white and cold wrist bones, which were fragile and taboo-like.

The two people's hands were handcuffed together.

"It's untied." Weiran said.

“…”

Is this called unraveling?

Ghostly believe.

"It will be fair to handcuffs together." Weiran had a smile in his eyes, lazy and confusing: "Are you still angry?"

The forensic doctor's tone was cold: "Bored."

Wei Ran looked at her, but she smiled without saying a word.

"Sleep, how many hours." His tone of coaxing people was very gentle, as if the whole world was.

The forensic doctor's lips were cold and he ignored him with his eyes closed.

Weiran watched Ranbai sleeping, carefully leaned the woman's head towards him and leaned against his shoulder.

Ranbai has always been sleeping shallowly, but in fact he didn't sleep much. When he noticed Weiran's movements, the curve of her eyelashes trembled lightly. She didn't open her eyes. She leaned against the young man's cold and hard shoulder line, and her nose was surrounded by a clear and pleasant fragrance, which was reassuring.

Weiran's long eyelashes drooped slightly, staring at Yanbai focused on her eyes, laughter overflowing her lips and teeth. He hummed the tune softly and sang lyrics. His tone was clear and nice, and his tone was gentle and melodious. The lyrics lingered from his lips and teeth had a unique texture, which was the gentleness that belonged only to him.

Just like the sunshine falling on the treetops in midsummer, the cello makes a deep and pleasant tone.

——"Is I singing to the children?"

Ranbai was half asleep and half awake, and gently recited a word in his heart.

--good.

When Ranbai woke up again, it was already a few hours later.

"Have you arrived?" She still maintained a position of leaning on Weiran's shoulder. When she opened her eyes, her eyes were a little confused. It quickly faded away. She stood up and asked indifferently.

For five or six hours, Weiran finally sang a song and coaxed people to sleep. He was afraid of waking Ranbai up, so he maintained that position. His left shoulder was stiff and sore. He didn't care much, but just said that his voice was a little dull because he didn't drink water for a long time, and his texture was still nice: "Here."

Ranbai glanced at the time on the wristwatch.

Objectively speaking, it took only three or four hours to go to W country before she fell asleep, and at most four hours. As a result, it has been delayed for two hours now. There should be no accidents unless Weiran has not called her.

She listened to the young man's voice, frowned slightly, and said calmly: "I'm thirsty."

Weiran brought a bottle of mineral water to Ranbai.

Ran Bai looked at the hands of the two men who were handcuffed together in silence, and then looked at Wei Ran calmly, "Why might a gentleman show me the technique of turning mineral water with one hand?"

"My Forensic doctor takes it." Weiran put the mineral water on the hand that Ranbai was not handcuffed, bent his long fingers slightly and coughed slightly against the corner of his lips, and said seriously.

Ranbai glanced at him coldly, holding the mineral water in one hand, and Weiran stretched out his right hand without clamping and easily unscrewed the bottle cap of the mineral water. His voice was slightly hoarse and his tone was lazy: "Drink it."

"Suddenly I was not thirsty." The forensic doctor lowered his eyes and calmly said: "You drink it."

"You can drink together." Weiran raised his eyebrows lightly, and he exclaimed, smiling.

After the words fell,

He slowly took a sip of water, pressed his thin lips against the mouth of the bottle, and drenched in a little water color, making it look beautiful and beautiful. Then he leaned over, picked up his white chin, and patiently passed the water between his white lips and teeth.

The movements are elegant and ambiguous.

Repeated several times in this way of feeding water.

He licked the lip color remaining on the corners of his lips at the tip of his tongue, and asked with a smile: "Are you still thirsty?"

"I'm not thirsty." Ranbai paused every word.

"Then..." It means something unknown, and it is full of tune: "Is it delicious?"

Weiran finally got the answer that he was kicked hard.

The forensic doctor said coldly: "Go out."

Weiran agreed to stand up straight, because the two of them were cobbled together, the handcuffs were very small, and their movements were almost connected. At this moment, Weiran had to get white even if it was dyed white. The silver handcuffs made a cold and crisp sound because of the movements, Weiran felt extremely pleasant, "Let's go."

"Sir, plan to go out like this?" Ranbai glanced at the handcuffs.

Weiran's reaction directly told her the answer.

"No?" The young store manager Qinggui and gentlemanly, "I feel pretty good."

"I'm afraid that the sir will be arrested."

"Don't worry."

Weiran just let the two of them be together, and he never thought about untie them from the beginning.

He Ranbai walked out of the plane and took people out of the foreign airport.

There are a lot of people coming and going from airport to airport.

Weiran and Ranbai walked together, which was extremely eye-catching and frequently attracted others' attention.

Not only because of the appearance of the two people, but also because...

That pair of handcuffs.

Firmly clamp the two wrists together.

The pedestrians looked at them with subtle and responsible eyes.

The cold air in the white area is so cold that it is covered in low air pressure.

The unmoved expression was not affected at all, and he always looked gentle and noble.

There was a car waiting outside the airport. After seeing Weiran and Ranbai appear, the driver immediately got out of the car, bent down and respectfully opened the car door for the two of them. He greeted with a straightforward voice: "Sir, Madam."

Weiran has a separate villa in State W. After coming to State W, he and Ranbai lived here.
Chapter completed!