enchanting forensic doctor

Song Weiran sat on the bed, flipping through Ye Minghui's "Dust Settled".He flipped the pages very quickly, his fingers almost continuously stroked each page, and then stroked the next page, the pages that were turned fluttered like white dove wings.But when I read it, I couldn’t see it, so I simply turned the page and passed quickly, focusing on the strings I saw in a glimpse—for example, which character’s line was spoken by a certain sentence, this is very strange. Go for idle guesswork.

Song Weiran was already a little sleepy, but when he was alone in the room, he always felt a sense of irritability to the point of being flustered and restless.It's already eleven o'clock in the evening, but the man still hasn't come back.

He admitted that he was suspicious of the man's current whereabouts.

It has to be said that the shadow of the man's previous "criminal record" was too heavy.Now he can't completely trust him, and there is still no promise between them.If there is anything to say, it is the bed under him.

On the second day after they confessed their feelings to each other, Zhao Xi bought this bed that was bigger than the original one, and threw the original one out.That night, Zhao Xi hugged him, held his hand on his chest, and whispered firmly and lowly in his ear, "From now on, this bed will only have your breath."

At that time, he was really moved by him. He never thought that that man would say such a thing.It really made him happy for a few days.

However, he came back later and later these days. Normally, he got off work at six o'clock, and it was less than seven o'clock when he returned home.But in recent days, his time to go home has been extended from eight to nine in the evening.

Moreover, getting tired day by day.

And today it was past eleven o'clock and he still hadn't come back.

Reaching out for the mobile phone on the bedside table, it showed that the time was already 11:30 in the evening, but the man still didn't come back.Song Weiran's heart couldn't help but fell to the bottom, and finally she simply stopped thinking about it, turned off the desk lamp, retracted into the quilt, and covered her head.

But even so, Song Weiran still didn't feel sleepy at all.On the contrary, all sensory awareness has become stronger.

During this period of time, Song Weiran gradually recovered from the anxiety and anxiety of the previous period, everything seemed to be back to the way it was before, but it was not the same as before.

For example, when you wake up in the morning, you will get a gentle good morning kiss; for example, sometimes, the man who is completely at odds with the kitchen will wake up early to cook soy milk or hot milk for him; for example, he is no longer the one who is busy in the kitchen A person, although he can't help, but the man will always stand by the door, or simply hold him from behind, and prepare dinner with him; for example, when he washes the dishes, the man is no longer as usual Lie on the sofa and watch TV like a vice uncle, but stand beside him and help him dry the clean dishes; for example, he will not go out at night, but hold him in his arms or watch TV, or watch Movies; or he would hug him and surf the Internet in the study, and the two of them would play and watch together naively...

The man's wardrobe gradually has more casual clothes and jeans that are more than one size smaller than his own clothes. Sometimes the man will suddenly get interested and buy him all kinds of hats and scarves to match different clothes. .In the bookcase in the study room, apart from some medical professional books, suspense horror and reasoning magazine novels, there are gradually more poetry collections and literary novels.On the sofa in the living room, there are a few more cartoon-style pillows.And on the coffee table, the pair of cute couple cups... When Long Yan saw the pair of cups, he even teased a certain thick-skinned rascal.

All of this shows that there are more and more traces of him here, he is integrating with this place bit by bit, and he is slowly becoming the master of this place.

Song Weiran covered himself in the quilt like an ostrich, thinking about all kinds of things that happened these days in a mess in his mind, his consciousness gradually became chaotic, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and he gradually fell into a light sleep state.

With a "click", the iron door of the house rang, as if it had been sensed, and Song Weiran, who was in a light sleep, woke up the moment the door lock was opened.

He squinted his eyes and reached out to turn on the desk lamp.Rubbing the phone, he opened his sleepy eyes and saw the time displayed on the phone: 43:[-].

this time...

Song Weiran's little drowsiness disappeared immediately.His heartbeat accelerated involuntarily, how scared he was at this moment, he was afraid that what he saw was not just Zhao Xi.He was afraid to see with his own eyes what was once only "heard".

The bed sheet under his hands was tightly gripped by him, and the originally flat sheet was now scratched into layers of folds.

Zhao Xi opened the door and saw such a scene——

Song Weiran was half leaning on the head of the bed, her amber eyes were wide open looking at the door, with deep fear and guard in her eyes.Holding the sheet tightly with both hands, the quilt covering him even shook slightly.

Zhaoxi smiled, walked towards him, sat on the edge of his bed and stretched out his arms coldly around Song Weiran's shoulders, his arms were a little loose, but the hands that were interlocked were tightly hold.

He lowered his head to kiss Song Weiran's forehead, put his lips against his brow, and said softly, "Why are you still awake? Didn't you call and say you don't have to wait for me at night."

Song Weiran closed her eyes, bit her lower lip with her pointed canine teeth, and said nothing.

Zhao Xi felt that the person in his arms was trembling slightly, and there was still a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. He lowered his head to touch his forehead, but there was no sign of fever, so he asked, "Did you have a nightmare again?"

In the days when she just came back from school, Song Weiran had nightmares almost every day, and every time Zhaoxi slept until midnight, she would hear him screaming suddenly, and when Zhaoxi hugged him in her arms, she realized that He was covered in cold sweat, trembling all over, and kept yelling "Ye Zi, Ye Ye."

Looking at such a child, Zhao Xi's heart ached so much, but she had no other way to comfort him except hugging him and constantly worrying about his back.

Chao Xi had no choice but to consult a familiar psychiatrist and slowly enlighten the child.Recently, the child has not had nightmares anymore, but today...

Song Weiran lowered his eyes, shook his head lightly, did not say a word from the beginning to the end, and did not look him in the eye.

Zhao Xi felt that there was something wrong with the child today, so he let go of his arms around his shoulders, held his face in his hands, looked into his eyes, and asked nervously, "What's wrong? Is something wrong?"

Song Weiran glanced away, bit her lower lip and said nothing.

Zhao Xi couldn't help but wonder what happened?Why is there such resistance and non-cooperation?

Inadvertently flipping to the book on the bedside table, he asked, "Thinking of that boy again?"

To be honest, Ye Minghui Zhaoxi still has some tastes.

Although both Song Weiran and the two boys in his dormitory said they were just friends, it was obvious that the boy held a very important position in the child's heart.When the boy passed away, the kitten cried so much for him that he almost lost control, and then for him.Even after he came back, he was still tormented by nightmares every day. Even now, he would habitually hold the book "Dust Settled" that he took from the boy's desk and kept flipping through it.

He knew that what he was reading was not the story inside, he was remembering and missing the boy.

Every time that boy's name is mentioned, no matter how happy the child was before, he will definitely show a sad expression. As for the matter between him and that boy, the child has never said anything to himself.

Song Weiran didn't answer his words, but gently pushed his hand away, got into the quilt by himself, and said lightly, "Go to bed early." Then he buried himself in the quilt again.

Chao Xi felt very upset at being treated so indifferently even though she already had pimples in her heart.

He himself is not a person who can bear it, and coupled with his physical fatigue, he will inevitably feel even more irritable in his heart.So he dug the person out of the quilt almost roughly, and asked in a rather bad tone, "What are you getting into a temper? Is there something you can't say? Is it interesting to be alone? Watch me do it for you. Is it fun to be anxious?!"

Lying there, Song Weiran quietly looked at the distraught man above, and calmly stated, "Recently you came back very late."

The originally angry man was stunned by his question, his dangerously squinted eyes opened wide at this moment, looking at Song Weiran in disbelief.

Feeling a little uncomfortable being watched by him, Song Weiran turned his head away and stopped talking.

"Little cat, are you worried?"

Song Weiran didn't look at him, bit her lip and said nothing.

Zhao Xi looked at a certain awkward kitten, wrapped him in the quilt with a smile, picked him up, and let him sit on her lap.

Zhao Xi pecked lightly between his brows, and sighed softly, "I'm in the office."

Hearing his tired voice, he smelled faintly of disinfectant instead of the chaotic smell of perfume and tobacco in the bar.

Song Weiran couldn't help but blame herself.

How he forgot his profession.He only saw his usual idleness and leisure, but he forgot that his career had no time rules to follow.Anxious people can't wait to scratch the wall when they are free, but they often work all day and all night when they are busy.

Thinking of what he did just now, he could almost be compared to the dissatisfied woman who waited for her husband to come home, and suddenly her ears turned red.

Lowering his head, he stammered an apology, "Yes...isn't it..."

Before he could utter the word "Qi", someone blocked his lips and kissed him deeply. The tooth marks on his lower lip were licked over and over again by his tongue, and he waited patiently for his lips to open. on.

Song Weiran opened his mouth cooperatively so that his tongue could penetrate into his mouth, and let himself be entangled with his...

Even though they have kissed so many times, they are always happy with the ongoing kiss...

Noticing his slight distraction, Zhao Xi bit the tip of his tongue punitively, and then sucked it hard.A little dull pain on the tip of the tongue quickly turned into a numb pleasure from being sucked.Like a tiny current.Letting go of the lips that had been kissed by him again and again, Zhaoxi sighed helplessly, and looked at him sadly, "Little cat, try to believe me, okay?"

"Although my previous life was very slutty, but since I have promised you, I will not have an affair with others. Maybe I am not good enough in some places, but I am learning slowly, right? But , you have to believe that we can go on. If you don't believe that we can go on, how can we be together?"

"So, kitten, try to trust me."

Song Weiran couldn't help being stunned for a moment when he heard his words, he never thought that he had thought so much about the relationship between them.

"I think I've finished my work these days, and I can take a vacation at the end of the year and take you out to play. It's not what you think."

"I know!"

I know that I have wronged you.

At this time, Song Weiran was already insane with joy in his heart, and stretched out his arms to hug him back.I put my head close to his ear, "Minghui, he is my good friend, so..."

So you don't have to worry.

How could he not feel his worries, his doubts, but he was also walking on eggshells in his worries.

The so-called "husband and wife" must be in trouble together, so if you want to tangle, you should tangle together. This is why Song Weiran has not explained to Chaoxi.He didn't want Zhao Xi to feel that he was firmly in his hands.Didn't it mean that it is the best state to be indifferent and not get what you want?But now, since the knot in his heart has been opened, and there is no need to play this hard-to-get game between them, there are some things that should be made clear.

Hearing his words, Zhao Xi immediately understood what he was thinking, couldn't help being angry and funny, couldn't help reaching out to grab his ear, a deep male voice chuckled in his ear, "Poor kid!"

"Ah!" Before Zhao Xi was happy enough, a dull pain came from her neck.

Then I saw a certain kitten narrowed its eyes when it smiled, and said triumphantly, "Stamp it!"

You are mine now!

Seeing that he was smiling like a cat stealing fish, Chao Xi frowned and gave a wicked smile, "You have to be responsible to others after stamping it!"

Song Weiran, who understood his intention, looked at him nervously, "You...you haven't showered yet."

"We'll wash together later."

Suddenly, under the warm yellow light, the feeling of spring is endless...

Zhaoxi, we can definitely go on!must!