Did he mean that she didn't cry out
Yu Chu almost laughed angrily.
Where did this man have such guts? After killing someone, all the detectives and apprentices were present, and the smell of blood was so strong that it was disgusting, but he just stood behind this veil carelessly, watching them analyze the case
How dare he hug her.
Half of her figure was hidden behind the veil, but he cleverly half hugged her, which was not obvious. But as long as someone looks up and stares at this side, within a few seconds, even in the dim light, he will definitely be found.
The young man's soft lips gently rubbed against her neck, the smell of the ointment made him pause, and then he asked in a caring and gentle tone: "Is your injury better?"
The low, melodious and slow voice, like a foreign ballad, lingered coldly in my ears.
Such a small injury is nothing compared to the old Jack who is lying on the ground with a horrible death.
But the murderer just killed someone so cruelly, but turned his head and cared about her injury tenderly.
… abnormal.
Yu Chu faced the front, but he didn't dare to speak. He lowered his head and wrote in his notebook: "Are you crazy?".
Qianzel looked down, but continued to kiss her neck obsessively. Even the fragrance of the ointment made him feel comfortable. The excitement of killing someone just now was a little calm, and it was really this prey...
The cutest.
He looked at the side face of the girl who was close at hand, with calm curiosity in his pure blue eyes, his lips closed around the girl's earlobe, and the tip of his tongue sucked slowly.
Yu Chu felt a groan in his heart, and his hand holding the quill was a little tighter. The old detectives around the corpse said solemnly, "The murderer likes to stab the heart with silverware. There is this ritual in the ancient aristocratic tradition..."
Yu Chu slowly wrote down: silverware, aristocratic tradition.
The person behind had her earlobe in his mouth, and his white teeth were finely grinding her skin, explaining patiently: "It's because it's clean, I like silver."
Yu Chu's ear suddenly tingled slightly. He seemed a little excited, and his teeth hurt her ears.
The other party soon noticed, and moved her lips and teeth away from her skin, and said friendly: "Sorry."
He licked the sore spot kindly.
Yu Chu's body tensed slightly, staring at the horrible corpse in front of him, trying to dispel the numbness.
This is a murderer, a pervert.
"Where's the knife I gave you?" The other party suddenly said softly, his fingers slowly moving up along her waist.
Yu Chu pressed his hand.
The boy didn't move any more, but his pure blue eyes became slightly violent, but his liking for his beloved prey made him stop his movements tolerantly, and asked again patiently: "Where's the knife I gave you?"
Yu Chu wrote in his notebook: In the room.
After a pause, she asked again: Did you give it to me on purpose
"Otherwise?" The young man was slightly surprised by this question, with a casual indifference in his tone, "Unless I have killed someone, I will not leave my things to others. But that one, I want to give it to you."
He suddenly laughed lowly, hugged her more and more with his slender arms, and said in an intimate tone: "In that place, you kissed me proactively. I like it very much. I will give you something as a souvenir. I... have never kissed before."
His voice was gentle and soft, as intimate and cute as a kitten, he leaned gently against her neck, his slender eyelashes covered his blue eyes, and his lips smiled slightly satisfied.
Yu Chu was leaned on softly by him, and it was hard to imagine that the horrible corpse in front of him was made by this man.