A tall figure leaned sideways against the railing. The night blurred his outline, and he vaguely saw a bit of deep and almost sharp stunning. He laid his hands on the railing with a little lazy and lazy joints, and the joints were clearly and slender. The snow-white cuffs of the shirt were loosely folded up, revealing the cold and hard and delicate wrist bones. His expression was not real, and there was a bit of indifference lingering for no reason.

A little spark lingers at the fingertips.

He lowered his eyes casually, playing with the silver lighter in his hand, and repeatedly pressed the lighter buttons with his fair fingertips again and again. The jumping blue flames flashed brightly, reflected in the light-colored eyes, accompanied by the smoke slowly rising with the fireworks burning quietly at his fingertips, blurring the man's eyebrows and eyes. There was a deep and beautiful color in his eyes, and his eyes were deep and bottomless, showing extremely aggressive bewitching, and his almost sharp beauty.

The night was dark around midnight, with only the dark and quiet moonlight spreading on the balcony, a world, outlining the slender outline of the person leaning on it.

He narrowed his narrow and lazy eyes slightly, biting the smoke with his thin lips, his lips were red and thin, as if he was a vampire. His face was beautiful and sharp after the smoke, and his expression was dark and dark, showing the elegance of the noble without reason.

"Isn't sleeping yet?"

A faint and cold voice sounded at the moment of midnight.

Weiran paused for a moment, looked up and saw Xueyi's figure walking out of the room, meticulous and cold and solemn.

Through the rising smoke, he chuckled lightly. He leaned on it lazyly, a little slutty, with thin lips lightly opened, and his sound quality was low and slightly hoarse, adding a hint of smoke to the sexy: "The child doesn't sleep."

"Same." The forensic doctor said two words coldly.

She walked over step by step, then turned around and closed the balcony door, stood in front of the young man, her eyes falling lightly on the cigarette clamped by his tall and white fingertips, without any emotion passing by.

Seeing this, Weiran was about to press the cigarette out, but Ranbai took it out of his hand first. He looked at his forensic child with a cold face and said to him word by word like an old cadre: "Smoking is harmful to health."

cute.

Really cute.

The light mist that had not yet faded lingered in front of the two. The young man's exquisite and fragile curve rolled up and down into a sexy curve, his eyes looked deep and dark, and he nodded in an unknown way.

The next second,

Ranbai suddenly made a very unexpected move. She held the cigarette that Weiran had just bitten, and then pressed it to her lips in a green and unskilled manner. When the thin lips were slightly opened, a trace of white teeth appeared faintly, which was set off with a beautiful lip color. The tip of the teeth bit the place where Weiran had just bitten. Then, in the young man's slightly stunned expression, he frowned and coughed the mouthful of the smoke on Weiran's face!

The white mist scattered everywhere, blurring the expressions of the two people.

That delicate and gentle face is not real, it is dim and confusing.

"Is it choking?" After achieving his goal, Ranbai did not touch this thing again, but just asked coldly.

Weiran laughed softly, and he bent his long fingers against the curve of the corner of his lips, coughed, and replied in accordance with the forensic doctor's words: "Knock."

The forensic doctor looked expressionless and asked coldly: "Will you still touch me in the future?"

In fact, I rarely touch cigarettes.

He is not addicted to smoking and is also very clear-headed to know that this kind of thing that can cause mental dependence can be touched occasionally, so there is no need to like it too much.

He is different from a normal person. He has been since childhood. He feels that being too strong is a wasteful thing.

No matter what it is, he is very indifferent and restrained and keeps on the limit where he can leave at any time. He likes and enjoys it, but maybe one day he will suddenly get bored. At that time, as long as he takes a step back, he can give up and leave calmly.

But the person in front of him is different to him.

To be precise, it's very different.

The emotional impact she brought to him alone was far greater than everything in this world.

He has always been very clear about everything except Ranbai.

This person,

It's addictive.

Weiran looked at her half-lowered eyes, and suddenly grabbed the forensic's slender wrist!

He raised her hand and leaned over gracefully in that position. He lowered his eyes and sucked his cigarette with his fingertips. His thin lips were lazy to bite the position where the dyed lips and teeth had just stopped. He licked it slowly, with an indescribable evil, elegant and slutty, and he was desperate.

Dianbai paused for a moment.

The person in front of him had an elegant and calm self-sustaining, the curve of his eyelashes was thin and long, and the line of the bridge of the nose was high and straight, casting a faint shadow.

Then he reached out and pressed the thin and slender neck of the white and white neck, and forced the person to the railing of the balcony on the third floor next to him, pressing the person to kiss him, cold and eager, with red and thin lips as bright as rouge, biting her lip line in fine and fiercely, and the tip of her tongue touched her lips and teeth.

The smoke choked between the two of them, slowly rising in the air. The man's eyebrows and eyes that were hidden behind the fog when he kissed were lazy and bewitching, with a sharp and aggressive beauty.

The back of the white white hit the cold railing, and the feeling of hanging on the third floor and half was hanging in the air, the clean and pleasant fragrance came to her face, mixed with a clear and unpleasant mint tobacco smell, as if the most bewitching fragrance in the world, making people sink into it and cover her with overwhelming coverage.

"Baby..." Only the forensic's eyes were left with a cold white moonlight and a figure standing in the moonlight. In the blank, she heard a slow and dark heartbeat like a bell tower, little by little, almost to the incredible hot temperature. The man whispered between his lips and teeth, his voice strangely lingering and romantic, calm and dull: "I won't suck it anymore, I will listen to you."

In the darkness, the quiet moonlight is like the eyes of a lover, quietly falling on that world, the wind passes silently, and the branches and leaves rustle.

They kissed each other in the smoke, their expressions hidden in the darkness, only their eyes were blurred in the moisture and lust, and the glimmer of light rose and fell.

"Forensic child." His mute smile crushed in the air. He pressed his white hands and pressed them in his heart through the snow-white shirt. His heartbeats were strange and fast, and the temperature was hot. His voice seemed to be a poppy poison, bringing a hot meaning: "Remember to listen carefully."

She crashed into Weiran's light brown eyes, as if she was indulging in the deep sea, captivating.

"I love you." He whispered, addicted to morbidity, obsessed with romance, gentlemanly romance, unknown and indescribable solemnity.

She is his private treasure.

He loves her.

Crazy and morbid.

It is full of all the twisted love that is invisible to the sun and bloody possession.

It turns out that the monster who has been falling in the darkness is full of blood and will one day be moved and fall in love with someone. He once scoffed, disdained and even hated love.

Because it is her, it sounds ridiculous and ridiculous, but this is the fact that there is no need to admit it or not.

The deity she carved into her heart was far better than his life.

He is like a faithful and fanatical believer of gods, a monster who believes in gods at extreme times, delivering everything that belongs to Ranbai.

Therefore, the demon in the abyss willingly offered her life and heart with a grand sacrifice, and took the initiative to stretch out her hands and let her handcuff.

Being handcuffed.
Chapter completed!