Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 647 The Shackles of Evil (16)

This is not the result that men want to see.

He put the medicine bottle back, then possessed himself, and slowly approached her.

Clean white gloves gently stroked her head. Under the transparent lenses, those gentle peach blossom eyes were affectionate and her smile was gentle.

"Miss Yun, what a coincidence, we meet again."

He didn't wear a mask, and when he got close, Yun Si could feel the warmth of his breath.

It was warm, in stark contrast to the cold white coat on his body.

He still looked calm, smiling gently, the corners of his lips curved neither too much nor too little.

Those smiling peach blossom eyes met her quietly, through the gloves, stroking her hair as if treating a work of art.

If one ignores the glaring incandescent lamp above, the cold and pale walls all around, one's bound limbs and the metal bed under one's body, presumably, all women will indulge in his gentle and watery eyes. Extricate yourself.

His movements were very light, as if he was afraid of hurting her, but the scalpels, surgical forceps, chainsaws, and drills were placed neatly beside him...

It's really infiltrating...

Yun Si looked at him calmly, and tried to twist her bound hands.

Twisted, not twisted, he was tied very skillfully, and he couldn't break free at all.

Yun Si: "."

Seeing her finally start to struggle, the man's smile deepened.

As if appreciating some excellent scenery, the originally light eyes gradually turned into hellish darkness.

The big cold palm stroked her expressionless face, from eyes to lips.

Rubbing up and down, with a trace of obsession and fanaticism.

Yun Si looked at him, avoided his touch, pursed her lips,
"Mr. Shen, I remember we agreed that we can try to make friends."

"Since we are friends, can you let me go first?"

She was calm and would communicate with him without changing her face.

Shen Zhichu was very close to her, holding her face with both hands, almost touching the tip of her nose.

From a close distance, his eyebrows and eyes are well formed, noble and elegant, without any trace of malice.

He smiled softly, the laughter seemed to come from his chest, thick and intoxicating.

He stared at her intently, his beautiful thin lips were raised, and the curve was terrifyingly deep.

It is rare for him to be patient today, and he will touch her nose a little bit, with a gentle voice, just like treating a beloved lover,
"My silly girl, I finally caught you, how can I let you go?"

"However...you can rest assured that we will soon...not be separated."

"When I drain all the blood for you, then you will be by my side every day and be my friend."

"As for your doctoral thesis."

He paused, smiled calmly, got up slowly, picked up the scalpel beside him,

"If I have time, I can help you finish it."

"After all, we are friends and we need to help each other. Are you right?"

The shining sharp blade was aimed at her neck just like that.

The icy and bone-chilling texture seemed to have stuck to her skin.

With just a little force, her fragile and thin skin can be cut open, and large patches of bright red and beautiful blood will flow out.

(End of this chapter)