Jinyiwei Qianhu Yan Ruyue, the living king of hell in Fusi, Beizhen, kills people like mowing grass, and no man dares to come close.
Until a mean-mouthed black market gangster touched her wrist.
——"My lord's pulse is so fast. Is it because of a guilty conscience or a heartbeat?"
Shen Ye discovered that as long as he touched this cold-faced female officer, he could hear the truest voice in her heart.
He accidentally held her hand during the autopsy——
> She drew the knife with an expressionless face: "If you touch me again, I will cut off your hand."
> Voice: [His fingertips are so rough... Why is his heart beating so fast... Don't touch it anymore...]
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> He hugged her waist from behind while taking refuge in the wardrobe——
> She gritted her teeth and growled: "Let go."
> Thoughts: [His hands are so hot... Where is my knife? The knife was squeezed, damn it, his breath hit his ears...]
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> When the stunning female partner hugs him and acts coquettish——
> She wiped the knife coldly without saying a word.
> Voice: [What the hell is this vixen! He must be hung in jail and beaten tonight!
>
> Shen Ye smiled.
>
>The whole capital is afraid of her sword, but he is the only one who knows——
> This female King of Hell is covered in thorns, and every thorn is softening for him.
>
>What she didn't know was that this seemingly cynical doctor in the market held a trump card that could overturn the entire Ming Dynasty.
>
> He refused to turn over.
> He just wants to fuck her.
