"Then, what would you like to tattoo? My signature?"
"Yes, your name."
Xie Qingci seemed to notice her subtle attitude towards this matter, so he played along, pulling her onto his lap and blowing gently on her as he said:
"In the future, everyone will know that I belong to you."
Yu Xia couldn't resist this temptation at all.
A man, branded with her label, tattooed with her name, everywhere he goes, people know he's hers—it completely satisfies one's sense of possession. Such an imagination made her breathless with excitement.
It's not just men who desire to possess women; women also desire to possess men. They want his entire body to be covered with her scent, for everyone in his social circle to know who he belongs to, for his heart and mind to be firmly in her hands.
So she finally agreed to Xie Qingci getting the tattoo.
However, knowing his scheming nature, if he tattooed her name, he would likely expect her to do something equally meaningful in return.
