The Third Thousand Three Hundred and Seventy-Ninth Chapters Forensic Adults, Please Arrest (Sixty-One)

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Wei Ran leaned over, his tall and slender figure was easily pressed down, and directly pressed the person on the operating table. He casually imprisoned the forensic doctor's hands, folded them on the top of her hair, and bent his long legs strongly against her legs. In the meantime, the young man half-drooped his eyes, showing a bit of a cold-blooded sense of indifference, but because of such an action, it was a bit more frivolous and ambiguous.

The murderer pressed the person on the cold operating table, his eyes were deep and dark, staring straight at the Qing Jun abstinent forensic doctor, the white coat was meticulous and strict, and the pale lips also showed a cold meaning, it was easy for people to cause a kind of damage. Desire, especially now that it is controlled by people.

Wei Ran let out a low laugh, slender fingers elegantly and romantically hooked the dyed-white neckline, and opened it slowly, revealing the dignity of a gentleman, and the contradictions were vicious. like very much."

Wei Ran's hands were stained with blood, and blood beads were still flowing. With his movements, it invaded the forensic doctor's snow-white neckline.

The young man lowered his eyes and kissed her soft lips on her neck. The tip of his tongue licked the blood on the side of the forensic doctor's neck little by little. The tips of his snow-white teeth touched the dark-blue blood vessels so lightly, biting the forensic doctor's thin body lightly. On the neckline, he seemed to be obsessed with this kind of action. With ambiguous elegance, he asked in a lingering and strange tone: "Is this a return gift?"

"Do you think it is..." The killer kissed the neckline tightly, then opened his lips and bit it down. The force of licking caused a blank shudder. Stretching out a slender and fragile arc, she tilted her eyes, her fingertips moved slightly, and her tone was still flat: "Then forget it."

The murderer seemed to be pleased by such a sentence, he let out a low laugh, he tore off the forensic doctor's collar, bit on the taut thin neckline, and slowly moved down, he said romantically, like the most affectionate confession: " I really like you."

He calmly pressed the person, his slender fingers pressed against the slender waist of the forensic doctor, his fingertips penetrated into the hem of her clothes, and under the cover of the falling white coat, he rubbed her waistline, and made a slight gesture, a little frivolous: "Our detective adults waist Why is it so soft."

It seems to break with a little force.

Wei Ran rarely hesitates.

"Not as soft as you."

The forensic doctor said three words indifferently.

And the next second, under the slightly startled expression of the murderer, Ranbai suddenly bit his thin and sweet lips, and then lightly licked the corner of his lips with the tip of his tongue.

Wei Ran's movements stopped there for a moment, completely frozen.

The touch on the thin lips is unfamiliar to the extreme, but strangely soft.

Entering with another breath, the temperature is blazing.

Wei Ran watched helplessly as the forensic doctor broke free from his restraint, grabbed his collar with one hand, and forced him to lower his body... to kiss.

There was still a scar on the killer's neck, oozing blood, the neckline was torn open, and the translucent cold white skin rubbed against the cloth under the rough action.

There are faint red marks, and the delicate and jade-like clavicle lines are looming. When the shirt collar is half-covered, it becomes more charming and sexy.

The action of dyeing white was cold, and the corners of her eyes were still clear. Under the dark and unclear gaze of the murderer, she kissed him recklessly, biting along the beautiful lip line of the young man, she unknowingly changed her position and pressed Wei Ran against her body. down, grabbed his neck and kissed him.

Wei Ran remained silent, letting the forensic doctor move, and the messy black hair fell down. He half-squinted his light-colored and deep eyes, and his pupils seemed to contain the most dangerous abyss in the world, reflecting the white shadow. .

At this moment, the light is broken and the soul is fascinated, the ends of his eyes are red, blurred and extravagant, and the low-pitched voice is sexy and bewitching.

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The forensic lips directly pressed the thin lips of the murderer, as if there was no game of skill and temperature.

The smell of blood filled their mouths, like broken rose petals, ambiguous and cold.

The subtle sound was annihilated in the kissing sound, and the icy cold touch touched Wei Ran's wrist.

No one knew what it was better than him, Wei Ran had already guessed it, but he still kissed the forensic doctor regardless. In the extreme, there was a madness of sinking. His low laugh was broken between his lips and his teeth. His kiss was fierce and seductive. , with a completely irresistible sense of fascination.

"Click."

A crisp and airy voice broke the silence and decadence of this room.

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

The freezing temperature is sobering.

The sinking lust gradually faded, and Ranbai stopped kissing.

The man gasped, his voice was hoarse, he raised his hand to cover his eyes, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and the thin lips under the straight and high nose bridge became more and more red and lustrous, revealing a bit of sparkling water color. Extravagant, like crushed rose juice applied to the lips and teeth.

After a while of silence,

Wei Ran slowly opened his eyes, quietly looking at the forensic doctor on his body, with an incomprehensible expression, the forensic doctor looked at him condescendingly.

"Count me?" Wei Ran squinted his eyes lazily, and there was an unrelenting eroticism between his brows and eyes, which made him even more seductive. He calmly glanced at the silver-white handcuffs that clasped his wrists, and laughter overflowed from his throat. , like danger, like bewitching.

"So what?" The forensic doctor looked down at him, his expression still cold, but the color of his lips was a little more extravagant.

Wei Ran's throat rolled out a sexy arc, her voice was dark and hoarse, she seemed to be muttering to herself, her tone was strange and icy and romantic: "You actually kiss me."

This is Wei Ran's first kiss.

Compared with the slightly annoying disdain in the past, it seems...

not bad.

He raised his slender fingers, and with his casual movements, the handcuffs around his white wrists swayed slightly, making a cold and crisp sound, and the silver-white color glowed with cold light, reflecting the dark scene at the moment, the murderer was still pressed by the forensic doctor during the operation On the stage, the clothes were messy, and there was a hint of abusive ambiguity.

"Don't continue?" Wei Ran didn't mind the handcuffs. He licked his thin lips and said lazily and hoarsely: "Crossing the river and demolishing the bridge, the detective is quite handy."

The forensic doctor coldly held his own: "It's quite good."

The murderer half-squinted his eyes, his eyes were straightforward and dangerous, staring at the quiet and solemn figure in front of him, his eyes were gloomy and gloomy. The long fingers, which were not bound by the handcuffs, used a three-point effort and suddenly grabbed the forensic doctor's waist!

Across the thin white coat, the touch under his fingertips was slender, he pressed the person who was about to straighten up against himself, and then slightly raised his delicate chin, thin lips covering the dyed white lips fiercely and bloody in the dark. , forcing the forensic doctor to kiss him.

The forensic doctor was so wrapped up that he was directly pressed on him again.

As his breathing intertwined, he held the bridge of his nose up against the side of the woman's face.

Wei Ran pressed the dyed-white waist and pressed the person tightly against his cold chest. He opened his eyes, and the light brown deep eyes became misty for the first time, as if a faint mist was engulfed, but then again There is a dangerous and deadly abyss hidden, just looking at the figure close at hand.