The coat was finally taken off, and he was only wearing a close-fitting black narrow-waisted long shirt and trousers. If he took it off again, he would be bottomed out. She stopped and looked at him timidly: "Okay."
"How can you take a bath like this?" He glared at her sideways.
"Here, take it off again..." She didn't say any more, because he had already killed her next words with his eyes, and continued without further discussion.
Ming Xi bit her lower lip, and with trembling hands, she unbuttoned his shirt one by one. Her hands were shaking with every movement. Ever since she was a child, except for her father, she had never been in such close contact with a man.
Pass.
The king lowered his eyes and looked at her quietly. He could feel Ming Xi's nervousness. A layer of fine beads of sweat hung on the tip of her nose, and her movements became slow due to trembling.
Such a woman was indeed unique, completely different from the women he had ever seen.
After finally unbuttoning and taking off her shirt, she was shocked...
The king has a lifelike and domineering dragon tattoo on his body. The ferocious and domineering dragon head just wraps around his chest, with a bloody mouth open at the heart, as if he wants to eat her...
This dragon was wrapped around his entire body, with its head on his chest and its body wrapped around his back to his waist. It was so vivid that if she hadn't seen it so close, she would have mistakenly thought it was a real dragon.
"Have you seen enough?" The king shouted coldly.
"This tattoo..." Ming Xi frowned and looked at him with pity, "It's so lifelike. It must have been done in one go. It must have hurt when you tattooed it, right?"
The king's eyelashes flickered, he raised his eyes and stared at her.
No one ever asked him if it hurt, she was the first one.
When he was seven years old, he became a king and got this tattoo. It was indeed done in one go. When getting the tattoo, he was so painful that he fainted three times. His teeth bit his lip, but he swallowed the blood into his stomach. He held it back and said nothing.
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After the tattoo was done, he couldn't get out of bed for one day, and he couldn't get out of bed the next day. The white sheets were stained red with blood.
The four elders came to see him. They only cared about whether the tattoo was realistic enough. No one asked him if it hurt.
Later, as time went by, the tattoo grew up with his body. It did not deform or fade, but became more lifelike and vivid, worthy of being made by a great instructor.
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