Jun Cheng lay on the bed, unable to calm his racing heart for a long time.
I'm both excited and nervous; I must do my best this time.
It wasn't until Ning Qing brought over a tray with all sorts of small porcelain bottles and even needles that he vaguely felt that perhaps his imagination had been too idealistic.
Ning Qing placed the tray on the bedside table, sat on the bed, and revealed a smile comparable to that of the Big Bad Wolf trying to lure Little Red Riding Hood. "Little brat, are you ready? I'm about to begin."
Jun Cheng felt a chill run down his spine from that smile and tone.
I tried hard to suppress the goosebumps from spreading upwards.
"Don't be afraid, I'll be very gentle, it won't hurt much, be good and don't move."
As she spoke, she tore open Jun Cheng's clothes, revealing his strong, fair chest.
Ning Qing had no time to appreciate the scenery before her.
His gaze swept over the cub's upper body, carefully choosing a spot to strike, before finally settling on the right chest.
Jun Cheng felt like a piece of meat on a chopping board, helplessly closing his eyes and letting himself be slaughtered.
Indeed, the more beautiful the imagination, the crueler the reality.
Ning Qing followed the steps, first wiping the liquid in the small porcelain bottle repeatedly with a clean cloth.
The second step is to apply the prepared pigment to the needle.
We can officially begin now. Excited and thrilled, I gave the first injection.
Seeing that Juncheng's body stiffened slightly, she patted him and said, "Relax, don't be afraid."
The whole process lasted an hour and a half before it ended.
By the end, Ning Qing's forehead was also covered in sweat. Sure enough, this kind of delicate work was not his forte. He was better suited to being a lazy bum.
Seeing the red plum blossoms blooming on the little boy's chest, I felt that all the hard work was worthwhile.
The vibrant red plum blossoms added a touch of splendor to the little boy's desolate appearance, giving him a subtle, ethereal, and alluring charm.
Ning Qing felt her nose was a little hot and itchy. She rubbed it with her finger, looked down, and exclaimed, "Holy crap, what is this?!" She was utterly humiliated.
Hearing a "pfft," he looked up and met the little brat's gaze, only to see a look of mockery on his face.
Ning Qing blushed and quickly put his hands behind his back, pretending nothing had happened.
He handed a mirror to the little boy.
"Are you satisfied with this?"
Jun Cheng looked at his chest in the mirror, where bright red plum blossoms formed the character for "filial piety." He then looked up at Ning Qing with a puzzled expression.
Ning Qing looked at his chest and said, "Of all virtues, filial piety is the most important."
This word is a constant reminder that you should be more filial to your father.
But what Jun Cheng was thinking at that moment was whether the person in front of him knew about his plan to retaliate against those people in the Marquis's mansion, and whether the tattoo of the character "filial piety" on his chest would serve as a constant reminder that he should not act recklessly, for "filial piety is the most important of all virtues."
Jun Cheng felt a bittersweet ache in his heart, a kind of sadness that came from not being understood by the most important person in his life.
Seeing that her son was in low spirits, Ning Qing asked, "You don't like red plum blossoms?"
"I like anything that Qingqing gives me."
Ning Qingyu realized that she had probably gone too far. She had left a tattoo on someone without asking for their opinion, and no one would be happy about that.
"How about I try to wash it off?"
Ning Qing felt a little guilty, which was unusual for her.
"No need, as long as Qingqing is happy."
Jun Cheng said with a smile.
"Your body doesn't need me to like anything..."
Ning Qing was interrupted by another voice before she could finish speaking.
Jun Cheng took Ning Qing's hand and placed it on the red plum blossoms on his chest, speaking earnestly and cautiously.
"Yes, my body needs your liking."
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