"You've seen the purple lotus, so why don't you look more carefully? What I tattooed for Lao Qi is a draft. I can't use it, but what I give you is the best." Blaine Xia took out the cigarette from his mouth , exhaled a puff of white smoke at Everett Cao, his vision was blurred, only those sharp eyes under the moonlight penetrated the smoke and went straight into his heart.
At first glance, the tattoo on Li Yunqi's hand looks very similar to the one on Everett Cao's ankle, but the color and shape are blurry and lighter than the original, and the technique is more childish. But at that time, how could Everett Cao have the mind to distinguish this?
Blaine Xia scolded Li Yunqi on the phone, why didn't he make it clear to Everett Cao, but Li Yunqi plausibly brought up the old score, saying that he was favored by Blaine Xia for his s3x and neglected his friends, and was used as a test subject in pain, so why should he explain to him? Blaine Xia deserved to be beaten today.
Blaine Xia raised the cigarette bu.tt in his hand and used it as incense and swore: "I was wrong. I shouldn't have asked anyone else to draft the draft, so I turned to you."
"Brother, can you please forgive me?" Blaine Xia seemed to regret it again mid-sentence, "But aren't you afraid that the tattoo will be painful? I can't bear to let you suffer. I hope it will hurt you a little less."
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