Chapter 233 Give Her a Tattoo
Huo Qi Chen did not answer. He parked the car in a very remote but lively place.
There are people coming and going here, and as night falls, the place is bustling with activity.
Jian Mo was stunned.
She has lived in Haicheng for two years, how could she not know that this is a night market.
What shocked her was that Huo Qi Chen would appear at the night market.
He said indifferently: "Get out of the car."
Jian Mo didn't know what he was going to do, and she had no chance to say the dirty words hidden in her heart.
Huo Qi Chen was dressed in a white shirt and black trousers today, looking very casual. He didn't feel out of place walking among the walls covered with flyers and the shouts of snack vendors.
Jian Mo followed him walking aimlessly.
At the end of the alley, there is a very small shop, which is very old. There is a bicycle from the 1980s and 1990s placed in front of the shop.
There was a dim light hanging inside.
The people inside were either lying or sitting, groaning. Someone was sitting in front of them and drawing lines on their bodies.
This is a tattoo shop.
Huo Qichen walked in naturally. An old man with a hunched back came out and smiled at him: "Ready."
Jian Mo didn't know why Huo Qi Chen brought her here. She felt her scalp tingling when she heard the painful voices of the guests.
He stood cautiously at the door and was unwilling to go in.
She's not going to get a tattoo, is she?
Huo Qichen turned around, looked at Jian Mo, and said, "Come in."
Jian Mo shook her head.
Huo Qichen repeated it with a dangerous look in his eyes.
Jian Mo was really scared and wanted to run away, "I won't go in."
Huo Qichen took a step forward, picked her up by the waist, and walked inside regardless of her struggles.
Jian Mo almost screamed: "Let me go! I don't want to tattoo Huo Qichen!"
Huo Qi Chen threw her on the bed without saying a word, and with a cold face, he quickly tied her hands and feet with ribbons and opened the curtain to block the view from outside.
Jian Mo was stunned by the scene, her chest heaving rapidly. She felt that Huo Qichen looked like a real executioner.
"You...don't mess around!"
Jian Mo was so scared that her voice was shaking. She was really afraid that Huo Qi Chen would kill her here.
Someone tied an apron for Huo Qichen, and a series of tattoo props were placed next to him.
Jian Mo struggled twice but couldn't break free.
She was about to cry: "Huo Qichen, can I apologize to you at most? I'm afraid of pain, please let me go."
Could it be that Wen Mo also has a tattoo, and he angered her, so he wants to make himself exactly like Wen Mo!
Huo Qichen heard this and twitched his lips: "Don't be crazy, just bear with it."
Jian Mo is really afraid of pain.
Huo Qi Chen ignored her reaction, picked up the tattoo needle, and unbuttoned her clothes and pulled them off.
Jian Mo didn't understand what Huo Qi Chen was going to do. She closed her eyes in fear as she watched the sharp tattoo needle stabbing towards her.
She was stunned when she felt the touch and slowly opened her eyes.
Huo Qi Chen leaned over her body, holding the needle and carefully outlining the lines on her waist and abdomen. It hurt, very much so, but... the place where he tattooed was where she had the scar.
Jian Mo was stunned.
That was the knife wound he suffered last time. Although Lao Sun applied ointment, it still left an obvious scar.
Although Jian Mo didn't say it, she also minded the scar. No girl would not mind it. It meant that she could no longer wear clothes that exposed her waist.
She suddenly stopped moving. Huo Qichen could guess her expression without even looking up, and slowly opened his mouth: "Girls, scars are always not good-looking."
Jian Mo was not surprised. Somehow, her heart softened, and she said stubbornly, "Do you dislike me for having this scar?"
Huo Qichen paused slightly, looked up at her, and gave her a warning, "If you don't want to suffer more, shut up."
Of course Jian Mo didn't want to listen to him, "Wen Yuan doesn't have a scar, why bother with me?"
Huo Qi Chen was not willing to answer her question. Jian Mo seemed very boring talking to herself.
He didn't say anything. She endured the pain and felt very uncomfortable, her fingers clenching the bottom of the bed.
Huo Qichen gave him a look: "Let go."
Her fingers were clenched into a mess.
Jian Mo felt very aggrieved: "It hurts!"
Huo Qichen threw the sponge over and said, "Hold it."
It was like a punch on cotton.
Jian Mo had no choice but to continue pestering him: "Why do you have a tattoo?"
"I learned it earlier."
She couldn't see what he had tattooed on her. She felt pain and panic, and kept muttering, "I want a nice tattoo. Can you draw? Do you have artistic talent? I'm afraid your tattoo will be crooked..."
Huo Qichen turned a deaf ear and focused on his studies.
Jian Mo's skin was white, as white as milk. The tattoo needle slowly pierced her skin, and blood beads oozed out. The collision of extreme red and extreme white created a very beautiful visual experience.
Huo Qichen's Adam's apple rolled. He wanted to torture Jian Mo, wanted her to cry, and then beg for mercy in a soft voice.
"I've heard before that tattoos are usually engraved on the body because of something very important that you want to remember." Jian Mo paused, "Huo Qichen, do you want me to remember this scar forever?"
Huo Qi Chen finally looked at her face. Her brows were tightly furrowed because of the pain.
He didn't know what he was thinking about, and suddenly said: "I'm not marrying you because of Wen Mo."
Jian Mo couldn't move.
"At first, I'll confuse you, but after all, that was over twenty years ago. No matter how deep the friendship we had as children was, I won't remember it with the people around me now."
His tone was calm and gentle, with a convincing power.
Huo Qichen continued his movements.
"I only owe her something, but you, besides the debt, have everything."
"You believe me, okay?" he said, looking at her.
Jian Mo's heart skipped a beat as she stared at his face which was very close to hers.
He was very serious when doing things, his face was expressionless and angular, and his dark eyes only focused on the things in front of him.
Afraid that she would continue to yell, he was very gentle.
Close enough to see the hair on his face.
She was distracted by what she saw.
"Can I trust you?"
"Of course." His words were concise and to the point, unlike Zhou Liangqi's firm answer. Although light and airy, they were inexplicably profound.
Two hours.
They remained in this position for two hours.
"alright."
Huo Qichen put away his tools.
Jian Mo jumped up impatiently and found a mirror to stare at.
He tattooed a bunch of green thorns on her waist to cover the scar.
The tattoo has just been done and the outline is still red and not very clear, but it will definitely look great when you look at it again in a few days.
Huo Qi Chen took off her apron and saw the happiness she inadvertently revealed, and a smile subconsciously appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"What does this tattoo mean?"
"Mine." Huo Qichen held her lightly from behind and lowered her clothes, with a strong possessiveness, "You can only be mine in this life."
The meaning was obvious; he wanted to trap her with thorns.
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