Jiang Shu was not surprised. For some reason, his heart suddenly softened, and he spoke harshly: "Do you dislike me for having this scar?"
Fu Shiyan paused slightly, raised his eyes and looked at her with a warning look, "If you don't want to suffer more, keep your mouth shut."
Of course Jiang Shu didn't want to listen to him, "Wen Yuan doesn't have any scars, why do you have to work so hard on me?"
Fu Shiyan was not willing to answer her question, and Jiang Shu seemed very boring talking to himself.
He didn't speak, but she endured the pain and felt uncomfortable all over, her fingers clenching the bottom of the bed.
Fu Shiyan cast a look: "Let go."
Her fingers were so tightly clenched.
Jiang Shu felt aggrieved: "It hurts!"
Fu Shiyan threw the sponge and said, "Catch it."
It was like a punch to cotton.
Jiang Shu had no choice but to continue to pester him: "Why do you have a tattoo?"
"Learned it earlier."
She couldn't see what he had tattooed on her, and she was in pain and panic. She kept thinking, "I want a good-looking tattoo. Do you know how to draw or have artistic talent? I'm afraid your tattoo will be crooked."
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Fu Shiyan turned a deaf ear and concentrated on his work.
Jiang Shu's skin is white, as white as milk. The tattoo needle is slowly pierced, bleeding beads appear, and the extremely red and extremely white collide. The visual experience is very beautiful.
Fu Shiyan's Adam's apple rolled, wanting to torture Jiang Shu, wanting her to cry, and then softly begging for mercy.
"I heard before that tattoos are engraved on the body because they want to remember something very important." Jiang Shu paused, "Fu Shiyan, do you want me to remember this scar forever?"
Fu Shiyan finally looked at her face. She frowned because it hurt too much.
He didn't know what he thought of, but suddenly said: "I didn't marry you because of Wen Shu."
Jiang Shu couldn't move.
"At first, I will confuse you, but in the final analysis, it was more than 20 years ago. No matter how profound the friendship was in childhood, I will not remember it in the people around me now."
His tone was calm and soft, with convincing power.
Fu Shiyan continued his movements.
"I only owe her, but you owe me everything."
"You believe me, okay?" He looked at her and said.
Jiang Shu's heart skipped a beat and she stared at his face that was very close to her.
He was very serious when doing things, his face was expressionless and angular, and his dark eyes could only see what was in front of him.
I was afraid that she would continue to yell, so I moved very gently.
Close enough to see the fuzz on his face.
She looked distracted.
"Can I trust you?"
"Of course." He spoke concisely and concisely, unlike Zhou Liangqi's firm answer. Although it was light and airy, it was unreasonably profound.
Two hours.
They remained in this position for two hours.
"alright."
Fu Shiyan put away the tools.
Jiang Shu couldn't wait to jump up, found a mirror and stared at it.
He tattooed a cluster of green thorns on her waist to cover the scar.
Just after the tattoo is done, the outline is still red and not very clear, but it will look particularly good when you look at it in a few days.
Fu Shiyan took off his apron and saw the happiness she showed inadvertently, and a smile appeared subconsciously at the corner of his mouth.
"What does this tattoo mean?"
"Mine." Fu Shiyan hugged her slightly from behind and put down her clothes. He was very possessive, "You can only be mine in this life."
The meaning is obvious, he wants to use thorns to trap her.