"Be good and let me go quickly, or I will never be done with you."
But he said in an aggrieved tone: "How can I do it if I don't wash it? Every time I see
I'm so angry, can you bear to let me look at my diaphragm? It doesn't hurt, just a little
I have asked professionals about the burning sensation. If it hurts, how can I bear it?
"
"Every time I see you I still get angry!" she said back fiercely.
When she goes back, she refuses to wash herself. This is the evidence that he framed her. She will be punished for the rest of her life.
He remembered it and reminded him throughout his life that he did not believe in him.
Anyway, this is her temper, that's it, no matter what.
He paused and put his head against her ear: "In the worst case, I'll give it to you tonight."
Purging fire."
Bah, it smells shameless, there are outsiders here.
"I just won't wash it. If you wash it off for me, I'm not done with you."
Chang Che held her down and prevented her from moving, with a tough attitude: "I have no intention of ending my relationship with you in this life, I don't care."
She continued to toss.
He continued to press until the professional tattoo remover announced that the work was completed. It could not be all removed at one time and had to be done several times, so the professional tattoo remover left in despair after finishing the work, leaving room for Chang Che to comfort and toss.
An endless woman.
Qiongying was very angry, really angry.
She ran to the bathroom and took off her shirt. She looked at the tattoo on her back in the mirror. A lot of it had been washed away. Anyway, it didn't look as good as before. There were only shallow traces of the delicate pattern left.
She gritted her teeth: Bastard!
The most disgusting thing is that the row of small characters in the middle has been completely washed out.
The tears just rolled down, and she didn't even dare to touch them with her hands. The row of small words, which meant "Even if I hate you to death, I want to be with you forever", were just washed away.
I felt unspeakably sad.
It was as if the whole world had been washed away and no longer existed.
Chang Che saw her staying in the bathroom for a long time and didn't come out. He walked in worriedly, only to find her squatting on the ground with her arms folded and her head buried in her knees. He could only look at her head and her slightly trembling back.
.
Chang Che's heart skipped a beat involuntarily.
You're not crying, are you?
As for that?
Didn't it just wash off her tattoo?
And that tattoo is really uncomfortable to look at.
Chang Che walked over, leaned down and touched her back gently: "Yingying?"
She moved her body away, not letting him touch her.
Hey. "Yingying, don't be so stingy? That tattoo doesn't look good."
Her body shifted again, just not wanting him to touch her.
"Hao Yingying, don't be angry?"
Her shoulders were shaking more and more violently. Chang Che was in a panic and he simply picked her up like a ball. He didn't care about her struggle and forcefully carried her back to the bedroom, put her on the bed and squatted down.
.
But she turned away and looked at him.
"Crying?"
Qiong Ying remained silent, and low sobbing could be heard in the quiet room. It was very suppressed and very quiet, but he could feel it.
This girl who never likes to cry actually cried over a tattoo. Is it a big deal?
"Why are you crying? It's not like it says you love me and you hate me. I'll wash it off for you, but you still cry. Am I so unloved by you?" Sad.
"Get away." Qiong Ying wiped away the tears from the corner of her eyes in a panic, raised her foot and kicked him hard.
Chang Che didn't hide and was kicked by her on purpose. Then he sat down on the ground in an exaggerated manner, grinning and shouting in pain.
Qiongying was still sad and not amused by him at all.