Chapter 3377

In the rapid and deep breath, the murderer learned the action of dyeing white just now, bit along her lip line, gently licked the corners of the forensic lips with the tip of his tongue, offset her lips and teeth, and the kiss was green and astringent, mixed with unspeakable confusion and bewitchment. His strength was bloody and crazy, and the inch by inch rolling brought out the confusion and sexy contradiction.

This is his home.

Another click, as cold and crisp as thin glass.

The handcuffs were gently stroked by Wei Ran and buckled on the forensic wrist.

The hands of the two people were completely handcuffed together.

"I like it very much." in the long fall of the enemy, green and cold collided with the most confused sex appeal, like a devil. He smiled low in ranbai's ear, his tone was cold and affectionate, and said with gentlemanly grace, "thank you for your hospitality."

The forensics brow tip pressed down, with a cold feeling like frost and snow. Her eyes were like a cold river on a winter night. It seemed that she could freeze people in it. She suddenly raised her wrist handcuffed.

Because they are handcuffed together, once dye white moves, Wei Ran will move with it.

The murderer raised his hand with the strength of dyeing white. The cold silver handcuffs handcuffed the two people to death, with cold light. In such an atmosphere, absurd ambiguity loomed.

Wei Ran liked the way they were handcuffed together. He stroked the cold handcuffs with some fondness. He was lazy and frivolous: "what should I do? The forensic adult has also been handcuffed."

"Very happy?" ran Bai looked at Wei Ran coldly.

"A little," he replied slowly, as if it were true or false.

Said, Wei Ran casually shook his wrist, the handcuffs collided and made a cold, crisp and cold sound, and dyed white's clasped hand shook with his action.

Wei Ran looked like she had found a new and interesting toy. She couldn't put it down for a while. It seemed that she had some novel interest. Every time she dyed white, her face moved expressionless with the murderer's action, and her wrist shook in mid air. She controlled her strength and pulled people directly in front of her. Her voice was heavy: "boring."

Dyed white eyebrow tip was cold and irritable. She wanted to find the key to the handcuffs, but the killer laughed for a long time. The hand that was not handcuffed played with a cold and small object and asked casually, "is the forensic adult looking for this?"

That's the key to the handcuffs.

Wei Ran just walked smoothly from the dyed white pocket.

Ran Bai glanced coldly and quickly took it back. Her voice was calm: "Sir, do you think I must use the key to open the handcuffs?"

"I don't need it." Wei Ran picked his eyebrows lazily. He dragged the ending, his tone was gentle and frivolous, with a little evil ruffian, "then I......" threw it away.

The remaining two words were annihilated between lips and teeth.

Dyed white directly pulled the young man's black tie with one hand, pulled the man in front of her, and bit the murderer with low eyes.

It's really biting at the blood vessel of his neck line.

Wei Ran made a move.

He could refuse, but he didn't.

"Patter -" a sound.

The key of the handcuffs fell off from the fingertips and fell to the ground, making a crisp sound, but no one paid attention.

Ran Bai pulled the murderer's tie with her white fingers wrapped around the black texture, lining out the color of cold abstinence. When Wei Ran raised his chin slightly, her thin lips moved up between breathing crisscross. She took a hard bite at the corner of his lips along his neck line, and soon bled. The strong smell of blood spread. The murderer snorted reluctantly and silently.

Instead of pushing away dyeing white, he deepened his crazy and confused choice. He half leaned on the cold operating table, a ray of moonlight leaked in and sprinkled on the youth, flickering, bending a long leg, and the black trousers lined with straight lines, containing the desire for strength and beauty.

Wei Ran's hand, which was handcuffed, was casually placed on his bent knee and kissed in that position.

Panting is fast and sexy.

Ranbai forcibly destroyed the handcuffs that fastened their wrists by the most brutal means, and whispered in the youth's ear, "Sir, you can't kiss."

The disassembled handcuffs fell mercilessly to the ground.

In the next second, the forensics directly pulled away Wei Ran's black tie and wound it around his fingertips. That kind of action confused people and cold desire. It was because of his high temperament, cold abstinence and a kind of contradictory hook.

"No way?" Wei Ran smiled hoarsely, bewitched by the tone, and indulged in some fun. "How can our forensic adult breathe so badly?"

Dyed white, calm and cold: "this kiss method, everyone will breathe."

Wei Ran was half leaning against the operating table. He looked lazy as if he had no bones all over. When his long legs were bent, a part of his ankle was white. His eyes were trembling because of kissing. At this time, when he stared at dye white recklessly, he had a dark and deep sense of danger. When he smiled, he thought carelessly: "but no forensic medicine will kiss criminals."

Dyed white and expressionless wrapped the torn tie around the murderer's wrist and bound his hands firmly.

Wei Ran let the dye white move, looked down at her and tied herself. She whispered and said, "it turns out that our forensic adults still like this kind of play?"

Ran Bai ignored Wei Ran's words and tied her to death directly. Then she stood straight and stepped back. Her white coat was solemnly smoothed out by her, and became a meticulous cold feeling again. She half hung her eyes and looked down at the murderer.

The night became more and more dark. The light in the anatomy room was not turned on and fell into a dead darkness. Only a few strands of white and quiet moonlight fell in from the half open window and spread a clear light on the ground. It clearly outlined the man's outline and bathed in the moonlight.

He sat up slightly, leaned lazily against the operating table, which was cold to no temperature, and bent a straight and slender leg. He looked a little careless and indifferent, but his aura was particularly cold-blooded and dangerous.

Dye Bai has never seen the murderer like this. The black windbreaker is open, the snow-white shirt is messy, and it is loosely worn on the body, full of indentation and wrinkles. Several silver buttons are untied, the tie is pulled out, and the collar is torn open. The clavicle lines are at a glance, shining like jade, dotted with red marks, which is daydream.

Looking down, the scenery is half hidden in the shirt, becoming more and more forbidden and eager to hook people. The hem of the shirt slipped out of the belt at some time. The color of the metal buttons on the belt was cold, and the thin and beautiful waist lines could be vaguely seen.

In particular, his shirt sleeves were loose and pulled up, his hands and wrists were tied together by a black tie, the diamond ring worn by his tail finger was cold and moist, the cold and white skin was red under friction, the white skin color and the pure black tie set off each other, and even the color of his fingerbones looked pale, interwoven with a sharp and strong visual contrast.

In this way, it is messy but not embarrassed. On the contrary, it has a kind of abusive and wild beauty, showing an ambiguous seduction.

The forensic doctor looked at him in silence, frowned slightly, and didn't seem to have.

Wei Ran noticed dye's white eyes and lazily raised his lower eyes. He just bumped into the forensic's line of sight. His eyes were opposite, and he slightly raised his lips.

"Does it look good?"