She pouted and said, "It's not good to do it in front of other people. Besides, you haven't been intimate enough at home?"
"Have you said enough?" As he said that, he pulled her little hand towards the lower part of his belly.
She quickly retracted her hand and looked at him: "What you said is definitely not enough. I don't exist."
Qiao Ye sighed: "Well, when can I train you to have the same desires and dissatisfaction as me? Then we will be compatible."
She glared at him and retorted: "I don't have anything to do with that word, so you should just say you."
"Oh, my wife doesn't want it. My desire has no outlet." He then took her hand and touched the key point under his lower abdomen.
Xie Yunshu blushed at what he said, and turned to look out the window, "..."
Qiao Ye saw her hiding aside and said deliberately: "Oh, it seems I can only solve it myself."
She turned around and looked at him with disgust, "Aren't you disgusting?"
He seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw and said with a smile: "Then my wife is going to save me?"
"..." But she was so frightened by him that she didn't dare to say anything.
Twenty minutes later, the car arrived at the street.
After getting out of the car and walking a few dozen meters, she took him to a shop. The renderings outside the door immediately let Qiao Ye know her intention - to get a tattoo.
She hugged his arm and looked up at him, "Honey, do you have any tattoos on your body?"
He sighed in his heart that she was incompetent, "You have been intimate with me so many times, have you really looked at me carefully?"
She turned her gaze to one side and said coyly: "Oh, I'm so embarrassed. Unlike you, you've seen everything."
"Well, then let you take a shower with me tonight and see clearly."
Her face was even redder, and she almost raised her hand to block him from saying, "No!"
He was amused by her reaction and said with a smile: "Okay, I won't tease you anymore, I don't have a tattoo."
"Then would you like to get a tattoo with me? It will be a very small area."
Qiao Ye's eyes swept over the renderings. Most of them were gorgeous patterns, and there were no small ones at all. "Yeah, okay."
She didn't expect him to answer so simply, and asked: "Aren't you afraid of pain? Tattoos will bleed." She had never tried it before, and she felt a little scared.
He said fearlessly: "How can a man be afraid of pain?"
She smiled awkwardly and muttered, "Okay, let's go in."
"Yeah." Qiao Ye let her hold his arm and walked into the tattoo shop.
It can be seen that this shop is quite large, with many tattoo masters, receptionists and many customers.
A waiter came forward and led the two of them to sit down at a small table and took out a stack of brochures.
Opening several large volumes of patterns of different styles, Qiao Ye felt dazzled and asked her: "Are you going to get a blue dragon tattoo and let me get a white tiger tattoo?"
"No! How is that possible?" Those tattoos are usually done by men, and there are no couple tattoos.
"Then what tattoo?" Judging from her appearance, she must have already thought about what she wants to get.
She smiled sweetly and stretched out her ring finger to him, "Ring!"
Qiao Ye took her hand and said thoughtfully: "The ring tattooed on the ring finger?"
"Well, isn't it very romantic?" His expression was full of pride.
"Well, you can never take off a ring like this." Is this a promise she wants to give him?
"Yes, are you willing?" She took his left hand and brought his ring finger closer to hers.
He hooked her fingers and looked back at her affectionately, "Of course, wife."
"Okay! Let's find a style we like." He said, flipping through the album and starting to search.
Qiao Ye took a cursory look at the patterns and felt that he didn't like them, so he suggested: "Just tattoo the full spelling of each other's names. It should be enough for a full circle."
She looked up from the booklet and praised: "Yes, I didn't expect it. It won't be the same as others." She happily said to the tattoo master waiting aside: "Master, let's tattoo the full name."
The tattoo master stepped forward to collect the pattern book and said, "Okay, please spell out all your names, and I will design the font and size for you."
"Yeah." She lowered her head and wrote down the full spelling of their names on the paper, then handed it to the tattoo master.
She turned to him and said, "Which comes first, you or me?"
He looked at the corners of her eyes and asked, "Are you afraid of pain?"
She stuttered and said in a panic: "No, no, I'm not afraid."
"Okay, you go first!" he said immediately and cheerfully.
Xie Yunshu hurriedly excused himself: "Oh, husband, please go first, I'm not ready yet."
But he said stubbornly, as if he had seen through her: "No, you have to go first, otherwise you will be even more afraid when you see my blood later."
With a bitter look on her face, she gritted her teeth and said, "Okay, just push me forward to block the bullet." She pretended to be pitiful as she spoke, lowering her head and pretending to wipe away tears.
He put his arm around her shoulders and teased: "You brought me here, and now you're afraid of pain?"
Seeing if she was pretending to be pitiful, she said in disappointment: "Okay, just get on." She got up and followed the tattoo artist to the machine.
The tattoo artist first used alcohol to disinfect the skin of her fingers, and then used plant pigments to draw a rough effect on the skin. He asked her: "This is what the tattoo looks like. Do you like it?"
Xie Yunshu put his hand away and took a closer look. He thought it looked pretty good, so he raised his hand to show it to Qiao Ye.
Qiao Ye nodded and said: "It's pretty good-looking, that's it."
She put her hand back on the table and approached the tattoo artist.
When the tattoo artist turned on the machine, the sound immediately made her feel nervous, fearing that the needle would prick herself.
The tattooist's needle rose and fell, and she trembled nervously, turned around and shrank into his arms.
Qiao Ye hugged her and saw her burying her head in his waist, not daring to look at his hands, and joked: "It's just like a child, it doesn't hurt that much."
She raised her head and pouted: "No, you come."
He smiled and said, "I can't tattoo both of them on my hand."
"Of course not." Wouldn't that be funny? It would appear that he can't bear any hardship.
He looked at the tattoo artist who was holding her ring finger and operating the needle tool, and reminded: "Then you should just endure it, no matter how small it is, the tattoo artist will not be able to reach it."
She turned around and saw that she had shrunk from the middle of the table to the edge, and said awkwardly: "Okay." She moved her hand slightly towards the tattoo artist, and the tattoo artist was able to carve smoothly.
There was a numb and painful feeling on the skin between her fingers. She hid in his arms and quietly felt the tingling sensation of those needle tips.
In less than ten minutes, the tattoo artist wiped her skin clean and said with satisfaction: "Okay, you can take a look."
Xie Yunshu took back his hand, and there was a circle of dark marks on the fair skin between his fingers. The full spelling of the word "qiaoye" was written in a pattern similar to Greek, covering the skin in a thin line. There was some redness around it, but it was gone.
I don't feel any pain anymore.
She was so happy that she raised her hand to show him, "Honey, it looks good!"
Qiao Ye held her hand and opened one side of his palm. The other half circle was engraved with "ourlove".
She was surprised for a moment when she saw it, "Hey, this side is not bad!"
