The shops here were densely packed and small, mostly consisting of handicraft stalls and stores.
While Forsythia Brown didn't understand what Gem Atkinson wanted to do, he had already forcefully dragged her through several shops and finally stopped in front of a tattoo parlor marked with an ancient print pattern.
Upon seeing the tattoo parlor, Forsythia's heart suddenly turned cold.
One year, she took advantage of Gem drinking too much and deceived him into coming here, then had the tattoo artist tattoo her name on his rib.
The rib closest to his heart.
At that time, she was domineering, wanting every part of Gem to be marked with her name, Forsythia Brown.
The next day when he woke up, Gem spanked her. But he didn't wash off the tattoo.
Today, what was Gem planning to do by bringing her here?
Feeling her resistance to move back, he tightened his grip and dragged her straight into the tattoo parlor.
This was the largest tattoo parlor in River State.
