I felt really embarrassed. "Because I think that vampire picture is very alluring. I like it."
"Heh, really?" There was a hint of amusement in his eyes, and his fingers wandered back and forth on my chest.
This was the first time I had such an intimate contact with a man. I kept my head down like a quail throughout the process, not daring to meet his eyes at all.
I wanted to ask him if I needed to apply an anesthetic for such a large - area tattoo, but I didn't ask. I was too embarrassed to disturb him when he was so focused.
A man is really charming when he is serious and focused on something.
Helpless, I could only hold back and say, "Is it impossible to finish today? The area is a bit large. How about tattooing on my back?"
I was just impulsive a moment ago. What does it look like to have such a big pattern tattooed on my chest? And it really hurts a bit.
Probably seeing my worry, he smiled and said directly, "It's okay. I'll make it smaller."
Was he really not going to apply some anesthetic for me?
After that, every moment felt like a year.
To distract myself, I looked around.
Coincidentally, from the position I was sitting in, I could see the cash register.
There was a man's foot sticking out from behind it, as if someone was lying on the ground.
I was a bit puzzled. "Is there someone else in your store?"
His tattoo needle moved nimbly, and he seemed to say casually, "It's just me. Why do you ask?"
I blinked, suspecting that I was seeing things. When I looked again, there was only a man's shoe there.
He seemed to notice my strange gaze.
He turned his head to look in the direction of the cash register, and the movement of his hand suddenly became a bit heavier than before.
This needle went in very deep, and I shivered in pain.
He turned his head to look at me, his eyes a bit cold. "Why are you shaking?"
I almost burst into tears. "Did you forget some important preparatory work before tattooing?"
Hearing this, he froze there, thought carefully for a while, then took out his phone to search. "Ah, I'm sorry. I forgot to apply anesthetic for you. I'm really sorry."
Well, this is hard to comment on. Now I doubt whether he really knows how to tattoo.
And from this angle, it really seems that there is a human foot behind the cash register.
I was so close to him that he could notice all my little movements. "That's my shoe. Is there any problem? You know, men are like this. They're not very clean."
With his good looks, and considering that other places seem clean and tidy, I could only grit my teeth and let him continue.
I didn't dare to move, and could only look at myself in the mirror.
A mini - sized head portrait appeared on my snow - white skin.
I had to admit that my previous doubts were really slapped in the face.
At this moment, a vivid image emerged on my chest.
But why does this face look exactly like his?
What kind of person tattoos their own head portrait on someone else's chest when they first meet?
I felt both ashamed and annoyed, and my tongue seemed to be out of control. "You, why did you tattoo yourself on my chest?"
His confession was too unique. It seems he's really a maverick person.
I couldn't help but look at that shoe again, but he smiled and said, "So, does it look good?"
He kept stroking the pattern, as if breathing life into it.
I nodded happily.
Apart from being a bit unhygienic, he didn't seem to have any other bad habits.
These were all tolerable minor problems.
I directly slapped my ID on the table. "It looks good. If you're willing, we can get married right now. I'm quite satisfied with all aspects of you. As for the relationship, we can cultivate it slowly after marriage."
Saying that, I walked straight to the cash register, ready to scan the code to pay.
When I got closer, I noticed a puddle of water next to the cash register. The air here wasn't very good either. There was a rotten smell.
There were not only one shoe on the ground, but two, along with some scattered clothes and pants, as if there really had been a person lying there just now.
Such an absurd thought flashed by quickly.
I thought that man was just too sloppy, throwing his clothes, shoes and socks around casually.
It was a bit beyond my imagination. Didn't he need to wash them? They stank so much.
I comforted myself, "He's good - looking. There's nothing we can do if he's a bit sloppy. If he can't get rid of his bad habits, I can help him clean up."
I was just about to ask him how much it cost, but he smiled and said, "Just give a little tip as you like."
Since he seemed to be flirting with me, I directly transferred 520 yuan to him.
His peach - blossom eyes were full of smiles, but he didn't say whether he was willing to marry me or not, which made me a bit embarrassed.
I thought he was perfect and was afraid of scaring him away, so I could only put away my ID first. "Well, if you think getting married now is too early, we can get along for a while longer. We can do a pre - marital check - up and property notarization. I own a dessert shop, and my parents live nearby. My monthly income is considerable, and I'm emotionally stable."
He still smiled and walked aside to make a call. "Bring me the human identity certificate."
Did he just agree? But what the hell is a human identity certificate?
We just met for the first time. I didn't know much about his living habits, nor his way of speaking, so I didn't think too much.
Until a Porsche 911 stopped in front of me. I opened my mouth wide. "Your car? My best friend said you were of average condition, with no parents, but this car…"