Chapter 3376

Wei Ran leaned over, his tall body easily pressed down, and directly put the person on the operating table. He carelessly imprisoned the forensic hands, folded them on the top of her hair, bent his long legs strongly between her legs, and the young man half hung his eyes, which seemed a little amorous and cold-blooded, but because of this action, he was a little more frivolous and ambiguous.

The murderer pressed people on the cold operating table. His eyes were dark and dark. He stared directly at Qingjun's abstinence forensic doctor. His white coat was scrupulous and solemn, and his pale lips were cold. It was easy for people to have a desire to destroy, especially under the control of others.

Wei Ran gave a low smile. His slender fingers gracefully and romantically hooked the dyed white collar, and slowly opened it. He showed the gentleman's dignity and bad contradiction. His fingertips rubbed her neck side, and his tone was frivolous and affectionate: "I like it very much."

Wei Ran's hand was stained with blood and blood beads flowed. With his actions, it penetrated into the forensic's snow-white collar and soon wound like a rose. He accidentally stained the side of Ran's white neck with some blood.

The young man hung his eyes with a thin soft lip kiss on her neck. The tip of his tongue licked the blood on the side of the forensic neck little by little. The tip of his snow-white teeth was so light against the Dai cyan blood vessels and bit on the forensic thin neckline. He seemed to be infatuated with such actions. With ambiguous elegance, lingering and strange tone, he asked, "is this a return gift?"

"Do you think it is..." the neckline was kissed by the murderer carefully, and then opened her lips to bite off. The licking force caused a blank shivering feeling. The forensic medicine slightly narrowed her clear ink eyes and looked up with some discomfort. The neckline stretched a slender and fragile arc. She deviated her lower eyes, her fingertips moved, and her language was still flat and light: "that's even."

The murderer seemed to be pleased by such a sentence. He gave a low smile. He tore open the forensic neckline, bit on the tight thin neckline, and slowly moved down. His romantic opening seemed to be his favorite confession: "I like you so much."

He calmly pressed people, pressed his slender fingers on the thin waist of the forensic medicine, put his fingertips into her clothes, rubbed her waist line under the cover of the falling white coat, and made a little gesture, a little frivolous: "why is our detective's waist so soft?"

It seems that it will break with a little force.

Wei Ran seldom hesitates.

"Not as soft as you."

The forensics said three words coldly.

The next second, in the murderer's slightly stunned expression, dye Bai suddenly bit his thin and sweet thin lip, and then the tip of his tongue licked the corner of his lip.

Wei Ran's action paused there for a moment and completely froze.

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

With another breath, the temperature is hot.

Wei Ran watched the forensic doctor break away from his grip and pulled his collar with one hand, forcing him to lower his body... Kiss.

There was a scar on the killer's neck, bleeding, and the collar was torn open. The translucent cold and white skin rubbed with the clothing material under rough action, showing faint red marks. The fine jade like clavicle lines were looming. When the shirt collar was half covered, it became more charming and sexy.

The action of dyeing White was cold, and the corners of her eyes were still clear. Under the dark and unidentified gaze of the murderer, she kissed him recklessly and bit him carefully along the beautiful lip line of the young man. She unconsciously turned her position, pressed Wei Ran under her body, grabbed his collar and kissed him.

Wei Ran remained silent all the time and let the forensic doctor's action bring down his messy black hair. He half narrowed his light and deep eyes. His eyes seemed to contain the most dangerous abyss in the world, reflecting the white shadow.

At this moment, it's broken light and seductive. The eyes and tail are red, blurred and beautiful. The low panting tone is sexy and bewitching.

The forensic lip flap directly crushed the murderer's thin lip, 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 sound of kissing, and the cold touch reached Wei Ran's wrist.

No one knows what it is better than him. Wei Ran has already guessed it, but he still kisses the forensic medicine regardless. In the extreme, there is a sense of crazy destruction. The voice of low smile is broken between lips and teeth. His kiss is fierce and hooked, with a sense of bewitchment that can't be resisted at all.

"Click."

The crisp and cold sound broke the silence and decadence of the room.

The silver handcuffs have fastened the murderer's wrist.

The cold temperature is sobering.

The sinking lust gradually faded, and ranbai stopped kissing.

The man gasped and his tail was dull. He raised his hand to block his lower eyes, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly. The thin lips under the straight and high bridge of the nose became more and more red and glittering, with some sparkling water color, which was swept to the extreme, such as the crushed rose juice smeared on his lips and teeth.

After a little silence,

Wei ran slowly opened his eyes and quietly looked at the forensic doctor. He looked puzzled. The forensic doctor looked at him condescending.

"Calculate me?" Wei Ran narrowed his eyes lazily. There was a sense of lust between his eyebrows and eyes, which became more and more attractive. He glanced calmly at the silver handcuffs clasping his wrists. His laughter overflowed from his throat, like danger and bewitchment.

"So what?" the forensics looked at him with drooping eyes, his expression was still cold, but his lips were cold, and more beautiful.

Wei Ran's throat rolled out a sexy radian. The voice was dark and dumb. It seemed to mutter to himself. The voice was strangely romantic and cold: "kiss me."

This is Wei Ran's first kiss.

Compared with the slightly bored dismission in the past, it seems that

Not bad.

He raised his slender fingers. With his careless action, the handcuffs buckled between his white wrists shook slightly, making a cold and crisp sound. The silver color was cold, setting off the dark scene at the moment. The murderer was also pressed on the operating table by the forensic medicine. His clothes were messy, but there was a sadistic ambiguity.

"Don't continue?" Wei Ran didn't mind the cuffs. He licked his thin lips and said languidly and hoarsely, "it's easy for the detective to cross the river and tear down the bridge."

The medical examiner said coldly, "it's very good."

The murderer half narrowed his eyes. His eyes were straight and dangerous. He stared at the quiet, cold and solemn figure in front of him. His eyes were quiet and deep. After the atmosphere condensed, he suddenly moved with that posture. The other long finger, which was not imprisoned by handcuffs, used three points of force and suddenly clasped the forensic medicine's waist!

Across the thin white coat, the touch under his fingertips was thin. He pressed the person who was just about to straighten up on himself, and then slightly raised his fine jaw. The thin lips covered the dyed white lips fiercely and bloody in the dark, forcing the forensic to kiss him.

The forensics were so around that they pressed him directly again.

Breathing intertwined, he stood tall, the bridge of his nose gently against the woman's side face.

Wei Ran pressed the man tightly against his cold chest according to his dyed white waist. He opened his eyes. The deep eyes of light brown became blurred for the first time, as if they were dense with light fog, but hidden a dangerous and deadly abyss. He looked at the figure close at hand.