Chapter 3408

A tall figure leaned against the railing, and the night blurred his outline, vaguely peeping into a deep almost sharp surprise. One hand was a little lazy and languid, with clear and slender bony joints. The snow-white cuffs of his shirt were loosely folded up to reveal the cold, hard and exquisite wrist bones. He looked unreal and haunted a bit of indifferent danger for no reason.

There is a spark at the fingertip.

He hung his eyes carelessly and played with the silver lighter in his hand. His white fingertips repeatedly pushed the lighter button again and again, and the jumping dark blue flames flickered and reflected in his light eyes. With the smoke rising slowly with the fireworks burning quietly at his fingertips, the man's eyebrows and eyes were blurred, and deep and beautiful colors were precipitated in his eyes, The eyes are deep and bottomless, showing extremely aggressive bewitching and almost sharp beauty bewitching people.

The night around 0:00 was very dark, only the moonlight was dark and quiet, scattered on the balcony, outlining the slender outline of the people leaning there.

He slightly narrowed Ling's lazy eyes and bit the smoke with his thin lips. His lips were bright red and thin, like a vampire family. His face after the smoke was sharp, dark and gloomy, which set off the elegance of the aristocracy for no reason.

"Still not sleeping?"

A faint cold voice sounded at the moment of zero.

Wei Ran paused, lifted his eyes and just saw the figure in snow clothes coming out of the room, meticulous, cold and solemn.

Across the rising smoke, Wei Ran chuckled. He leaned lazily there, a little ruffian. His thin lips opened gently, his voice was low and slightly dumb, adding a hint of smoke Sexy: "children don't sleep."

"Same." the forensics spit out two words coldly.

She walked over step by step, then turned around, closed the balcony door, stood in front of the young man, her eyes fell on the cigarette held by his tall white fingertips, and there was no emotion passing by.

Seeing this, Wei Ran just wanted to put out the cigarette, but dye Bai first smoked the cigarette out of his hand. He looked at his forensic child with a cold face and said to him word by word like a veteran cadre: "smoking is harmful to health."

lovely.

It's really cute.

The light fog that hasn't faded is swirling in front of the two people. The young man's delicate and fragile Adam's apple rolls a sexy radian up and down, and his eyes appear deep and dark, with an unknown meaning.

The next second,

Ran Bai suddenly made a very unexpected move. She took the cigarette that Wei Ran had just bitten, and then came to her lips green and unskilled. When the thin lip flap was slightly opened, a trace of snow-white tooth line was faintly exposed. The lip color was beautiful. The tooth tip bit where Wei Ran's thin lip had just bitten, and then in the young man's slightly stunned look, Twist the tip of the eyebrow and cough a mouthful of smoke to Wei Ran's face!

The white fog dispersed and blurred the two people's faces.

That delicate and gentle face is not real, dark and confusing.

"Choke or not?" after reaching his goal, dyed white didn't touch this thing again, but asked coldly.

Wei Ran smiled. His long fingers curled up against the radian of the corner of his lips, coughed, and answered along the words of the forensic: "choke."

The forensics was expressionless and asked indifferently, "will you touch it again in the future?"

In fact, Wei Ran seldom touches smoke.

He is not addicted to smoking, and he clearly knows that this kind of thing that can cause mental dependence can be touched occasionally. There is no need to like it more.

He is different from normal people. Since he was a child, he felt that it was a waste to be too emotional.

No matter what it is, he is indifferent and restrained to keep at a boundary where he can leave at any time. He likes and enjoys it, but maybe one day he will suddenly get bored. At that time, he can give up his clean and calmly leave as long as he takes a step back.

But the man in front of him is different from him.

To be exact, it's very different.

Her emotional impact on him alone is far greater than everything in the world.

He has always been sober in the face of everything except dyeing white.

this man,

It's addictive.

Wei Ran half lowered her eyes and suddenly clasped the forensics' slender wrist!

He raised her hand, leaned down gracefully in such a posture, lowered his eyes and sucked a cigarette held by dyed white fingertips. His thin lips lazily bit at the position where dyed white lips and teeth just stayed, licked it slowly, with an unspeakable bad, elegant and ruffian, and wanted to die.

Dye it for a while.

The person in front of him has an elegant and indifferent self-confidence. The arc of eyelashes is thin and long. The nose bridge is tall and straight, casting a faint shadow.

Then he directly stretched out his hand and pressed the dyed white, thin and slender back neck, strongly pushed the person onto the balcony railing on the third floor next to him, pressed the person to kiss, cold and lustful, the bright red thin lips were like rouge, carefully and fiercely bit her lip line, and the tip of his tongue touched her lips and teeth.

The smoke choked between their lips and teeth and slowly rose in the air. The man's eyebrows and eyes hidden behind the fog when kissing were lazy and bewitched, sharp and aggressive.

Ran Bai's back bumped into the cold railing. She felt half suspended on the third floor. A clean and pleasant smell of light incense came to her face, mixed with a bit of mint tobacco flavor that was clear and did not choke her throat. It was like the most bewitching incense in the world, which made people sink into it and enveloped her everywhere.

"Baby..." in the eyes of the medical examiner, there was only a cold and white moonlight and a figure standing in the moonlight. She heard a slow and dark heartbeat like a bell tower in the blank. It was a little chaotic to square inches and fast to the incredible hot temperature. The man whispered between his lips and teeth. The voice line was strangely romantic, calm and dumb: "I won't smoke in the future. I'll listen to you."

In the dark, the quiet moonlight, like a lover's eyes, falls quietly on that side of the world. The wind is silent, and the branches and leaves rustle.

They kissed each other in the smoke, and their faces disappeared in the dark. Only their eyes were blurred in the moisture and lust, and the dim light was rising and falling.

"Forensic child." a dumb smile crushed in the air. He buttoned his dyed white hand and pressed it on his heart through his snow-white shirt. His heart beat strangely and fast, and the temperature was hot. His voice seemed to be poppy poison, with a burning meaning: "remember, it's good."

She bumped into Wei Ran's light brown eyes and seemed to indulge in the deep sea.

"I love you," he whispered, sick and addicted, obsessed and treacherous, with gentleman's romance, unknown and unspeakable solemnity.

She is his hidden treasure.

He loves her.

Crazy and sick.

It is full of all the twisted love of dark, bloody possession.

It turns out that the monster who has fallen in the dark with blood in his hands will one day be moved and fall in love with a person who once despised, despised and even hated his love.

Because it's her, it's absurd and ridiculous to say, but this is the truth. There's no need to admit it or not.

The three inch God's residence engraved on her heart is far better than his life.

He is like a faithful and fanatical believer in the gods, a monster with extreme faith in the gods, and delivers everything to ranbai.

So the devil in the abyss willingly offered his life and heart with a grand sacrifice, and took the initiative to stretch out his hands and let her buckle her handcuffs.

Handcuffed.

Sink into it.