Under a dome light, Ye Qiao lied on a soft j.a.panese style couch, upper
body bare and a robe casually stuck under her body .

Her long hairs, like a bolt of black silk, messily spread over her shoulders
reaching down to her waist .  Under the light, her skin looked like porcelain,
its sleek l.u.s.ter creating a sharp contrast to her dark hair .

The spotlight shone on her chest warming her body .  She began to swelter
when she heard Zhou Tingsheng ask: “Tattoo on the chest?”

His fingers slowly rubbed her chest in an up and down motion . The scar from
the surgery had faded with time . His fingers were a bit rough from his time as
a soldier . It stung each time he touched the scar .

Ye Qiao calmly nodded and mumbled in her throat: “En . ”

About half an hour ago, he had brought Ye Qiao to this place . Said location
was in a not so reputable area as far as she could remember when she was
living in Yang City . There were several clubs here that were famous for their
tattoo parlors . When she was young, she would never have thought that she
would be here someday trying to get a tattoo .

Zhou Tingsheng seemed to know his way around here quite well . It wasn’t
business hours, but he could easily get the keys from the owner .

The owner, Wuzi, was an easy-going person and was rather street smart .

The owner, Wuzi, was an easy-going person and was rather street smart .
Once he saw Ye Qiao, he immediately announced his status as a fan . Ye Qiao
thought Zhou Tingsheng visited the place quite often, but didn’t see any tattoos
on him . She was wondering about it when Wuzi laughed: “He’s not a customer!
Sheng Ge learned it in the past and is very good at it . But he only serves special
customers . ”

Ye Qiao asked: “What do you mean by special?”
Wuzi suddenly blushed: “Well… . . . especially beautiful ones . ”

Ye Qiao was stunned for a second and looked at Zhou Tingsheng . But then she
understandably smiled: “Alright, then let’s try it . ”

After she took a shower, Wuzi turned on the light in the tattoo room and showed

After she took a shower, Wuzi turned on the light in the tattoo room and showed
her in . Before he left the room, he sighed and said to Zhou Tingsheng: “She’s my
G.o.ddess, Sheng Ge, be easy on her . ”

Ye Qiao quietly lied down on the couch and asked: “Why did you bring me here?”

Zhou Tingsheng was concentrating on putting the needle in the tattoo machine:
“It’s my personal hobby . ”

Ye Qiao looked up at him . He had removed his jacket and the sleeves of his shirt
were folded up to his elbows showing his tanned arms . The arms were clean,
muscular, and without a single tattoo . She tried to find signs of a tattoo on his
body without luck .  She couldn’t see any even though she had peeked at his chest
through his shirt collar where the top there b.u.t.tons were unb.u.t.toned .

through his shirt collar where the top there b.u.t.tons were unb.u.t.toned .

She curled her lips: “Then what about learning this? Also a personal hobby?”

“En . ” He nonchalantly replied .

“Did you learn it before or after the military?”

“After . ”

“You have quite a resume . ” What she didn’t mention was that people who had
undergone many different careers usually had a depressing life . Ye Qiao didn’t
want to know the dark side of his life . She tried to lighten the conversation: “How
many years did it take to learn? How skilled are you?”

Zhou Tingsheng had put the needle in and smiled as if his prey had entered the
trap: “Give it a try and you’ll know . ”

Under a dome light, Ye Qiao lied on a soft j.a.panese style couch, upper. body bare and a robe casually stuck under her body

Her long hairs, like a bolt of black silk, messily spread over her shoulders. reaching down to her waist .  Under the light, her skin looked like porcelain,. its sleek l.u.s.ter creating a sharp contrast to her dark hair

.  .

The spotlight shone on her chest warming her body .  She began to swelter. when she heard Zhou Tingsheng ask: “Tattoo on the chest?”.

His fingers slowly rubbed her chest in an up and down motion . The scar from. the surgery had faded with time . His fingers were a bit rough from his time as. a soldier . It stung each time he touched the scar

Ye Qiao calmly nodded and mumbled in her throat: “En . ”.

.  .

About half an hour ago, he had brought Ye Qiao to this place . Said location. was in a not so reputable area as far as she could remember when she was. living in Yang City . There were several clubs here that were famous for their. tattoo parlors . When she was young, she would never have thought that she. would be here someday trying to get a tattoo

Zhou Tingsheng seemed to know his way around here quite well . It wasn’t. business hours, but he could easily get the keys from the owner

.  .

The owner, Wuzi, was an easy-going person and was rather street smart Once he saw Ye Qiao, he immediately announced his status as a fan . Ye Qiao. thought Zhou Tingsheng visited the place quite often, but didn’t see any tattoos. on him . She was wondering about it when Wuzi laughed: “He’s not a customer!. Sheng Ge learned it in the past and is very good at it . But he only serves special. customers . ”.

Ye Qiao asked: “What do you mean by special?”. Wuzi suddenly blushed: “Well… . especially beautiful ones . ”.

Ye Qiao was stunned for a second and looked at Zhou Tingsheng . But then she. understandably smiled: “Alright, then let’s try it . ”.

.  .

After she took a shower, Wuzi turned on the light in the tattoo room and showed. her in . Before he left the room, he sighed and said to Zhou Tingsheng: “She’s my. G.o.ddess, Sheng Ge, be easy on her . ”.

.  .

Ye Qiao quietly lied down on the couch and asked: “Why did you bring me here?”.

Zhou Tingsheng was concentrating on putting the needle in the tattoo machine:. “It’s my personal hobby . ”.

Ye Qiao looked up at him . He had removed his jacket and the sleeves of his shirt. were folded up to his elbows showing his tanned arms . The arms were clean,. muscular, and without a single tattoo . She tried to find signs of a tattoo on his. body without luck .  She couldn’t see any even though she had peeked at his chest. through his shirt collar where the top there b.u.t.tons were unb.u.t.toned

.  .

She curled her lips: “Then what about learning this? Also a personal hobby?”.

“En . ” He nonchalantly replied

“Did you learn it before or after the military?”.

“After . ”.

“You have quite a resume . ” What she didn’t mention was that people who had. undergone many different careers usually had a depressing life . Ye Qiao didn’t. want to know the dark side of his life . She tried to lighten the conversation: “How. many years did it take to learn? How skilled are you?”.

 .

Zhou Tingsheng had put the needle in and smiled as if his prey had entered the. trap: “Give it a try and you’ll know . ”.