After the tattoo master had instructed them on the restrictions they had to abide by and commended them for having gone through it without making a sound, she flashed a forced smile and left the shop with the man beside her, who still maintained a composed look.
When they reached their car, she rolled her eyes at him harshly and reached out to grab his hair. "You liar."
Jin Qingyan's face was now frowning in bitterness, a far cry to his composed look earlier. He replied in a rather miserable tone, "Who knew it would be this painful? I really thought it wouldn't hurt much. Be good, take your hands off. My scalp will be ripped off by you if this goes on."
"I'll just rip all your hair off and make you bald," she replied sharply. But she still released him and complained, "We really paid to suffer and inflict all this pain on ourselves."
"Don't you think it looks good?" He smirked. "It's a couple tattoo."
"…"
"Why won't you answer me?"
