Everyone in Jiangcheng knows that the new head of the family, Jiang Yan, is accompanied by Forensic Doctor Shen who cannot be messed with.
The first time they met was in the interrogation room. Under the cold light, Shen Que slowly wiped the scalpel, then picked up a silver button engraved with the Jiang family emblem that was taken out from the deceased's stomach, his gaze piercing like an ice pick.
That night, the port warehouse was filled with blood. Jiang Yan pressed the beauty in the white coat against the morgue, with her fragile carotid artery under his fingertips: "The Shen family sent you to check on me?"
Shen Que used his bloody gloves to stroke Jiang Yan's Adam's apple, and a smile like an ice blade appeared on his pale face:
"Wrong, Mr. Jiang."
"I'm here to help you dispose of the body."
From then on, there was a blood-stained white scalpel in Jiang Yan's dark world.
Shen Que used his professionalism to smooth out all the troublesome "accidents" for him. He was calm and efficient, as if he was born in the shadows. Jiang Yan gradually got used to his presence and the twisted peace brought by those hands that deconstructed death. He thought it was a tacit and dangerous deal.
Until late one night, Shen Que's cold scalpel touched his heart lightly, and the eyes behind the lenses were astonishingly bright in the darkness.
"Jiang Yan," his breath brushed past his ears, carrying the cold fragrance of potion and blood, "Do you admit it or not—"
"Are you attracted to me?"
◆ Crazy criticism of beautiful forensic doctors × Leng Li□□ family owner
◆ The bloody cooperation reveals the truth and each other's deepest desires.
◆ We have been accomplices from the beginning.
Intent: Searching for the extreme paradox of love and truth in the soil of sin