Her soft body wrapped around him, igniting small sparks. Gu Lianchang quickly pushed her away, asking coldly, “Anything?”
Noticing a gleam of pleasure in his eyes, Ruan Ning realized she had probably said the wrong thing. He grabbed her shoulders and flipped her over, tracing his cold fingers down her spine, stopping near her waist. He said coldly, “Let me tattoo a character here, and the past incident will be considered settled.”
A tattoo? A character? Who does he think he is, her mother-in-law?
With a tearful face, Ruan Ning pleaded, “Can we choose something else? It’ll hurt so much.”
“I don’t mind tattooing a picture,” Gu Lianchang replied, his gaze lingering on her trembling eyelashes.
At least a character would have fewer strokes and a smaller area, so it might hurt for a shorter time?
She looked at him with teary eyes and pleaded, “Then let’s go with a character. Master, please be gentle. Choose a simple character to show that you’re the best martial artist in the world.”
Gu Lianchang remained silent for a while, suppressing his laughter, and finally replied coldly, “I’ll still tattoo a picture.”
“No!” Ruan Ning scrambled up, grabbing his hand. “Please, no picture. It’ll hurt too much.”
“Do you think you get to decide?” Gu Lianchang snorted, fetching paint and tools, then flipping her over again.
Ruan Ning tensed, thinking, Who said this was a Mary Sue story? This is clearly a BL smut story, and she’s been forced into the M role!
The cool pen tip landed below her waist. Gu Lianchang moved slowly, and Ruan Ning’s mind was in chaos. She tried to look back but couldn’t see if he was drawing or writing, only feeling the fine pen tip moving in various directions. Ruan Ning’s heart sank—he was drawing.
Damn this eunuch, so petty. He’d take revenge even for a mischievous child!
She cursed internally, not daring to show any resentment, looking pitifully helpless. Gu Lianchang’s hand became lighter and more agile, but he didn’t stop, savoring her fear.
It seemed to last an eternity before Ruan Ning noticed his pen had stopped.
Was he about to tattoo her? Ruan Ning looked at him in panic and pleaded, “Master, please, no tattoo?”
“No,” Gu Lianchang replied lightly, then reached for the needle box, opening it slowly.
