Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

Shen Mingchao tilted his head to examine the person in front of him.

Aside from her strikingly white hair, the diamond pendants on her ears were the most eye-catching feature.

With every movement and sway, it refracts five colors of fire.

She remained calm and composed.

Luo Que remained silent.

His pupils, however, were unusually flexible.

Glance at her, look away, move back, look away again...

This back and forth is quite interesting.

A few breaths later, a blush crept up to the tips of her ears.

Shen Mingchao stared at it quietly for a moment before speaking, explaining his purpose: "When was it tattooed?"

A very abrupt sentence.

But Luo Que understood what she was asking.

The sprite, caught red-handed, was a little guilty.

His voice lowered considerably: "You saw it..."

"Ha," Shen Mingchao found it amusing and bluntly pointed out:

"I remember your hair used to be long enough to cover your ears, but now the length is the same, only the area behind your ears has been shaved clean, and you've even worn these eye-catching earrings..."

"It's hard not to notice them."

What do you think?

After Shen Mingchao finished speaking, the one who reacted the most was not Luo Que, but Kan Jian, who was standing next to them.

This person was extremely proactive. He immediately stuck his head behind Luo Que's ear and swore as soon as he saw him.

"Sparrow, I never knew you, who are usually so quiet and unassuming, were so cunning!"

The tattoo, which had been hidden for a long time, was deliberately exposed.

They were afraid no one would notice, so they resorted to these underhanded tactics.

of course.

Luo Que's efforts were not in vain.

While still in the car, Shen Mingchao noticed the tattoos. One on each side, forming a perfect sentence.

The one on the right is [Shen Mingchao].

On the left is [my master].

It looked very familiar.

Because the content was so cringeworthy, it left a deep impression on me.

She had seen the tattoo on the inside of her vest a few months ago.

At the time, their relationship was still in a state of disrepair, and her first reaction was that it was disgusting that he had tattooed her name without her permission, so she asked Kanjian to have it removed.

Looks like I missed one.

Thinking of this, Shen Mingchao asked with a faint smile, "If I'm not mistaken, you got the tattoo together with him, right?"

Seeing Luo Que nod, she pressed on with interest:

"Since you've been hiding it for so long, why not keep hiding it? You should know my attitude towards this tattoo. Now you're showing it to me, aren't you afraid I'll hold you accountable? If I'm unhappy, I might make you get it removed too?"

His tone appeared light and cheerful, but it concealed a sharp edge.

This question is clearly a death trap.

If you don't answer well, the consequences will be severe.

Luo Que pursed her lips, feeling a little uneasy. At times like this, one has to admire some of her eloquent rivals.

He is indeed a bit weak in this respect.

They're not good with sweet talk; they just speak the truth in a dull way.

"It can be washed."

"The moment I decided to reveal it, I was prepared to have it removed, but I didn't want to keep it hidden away like this forever. I wanted this tattoo to be seen one day."

In other words, he wants to be seen.

Even just once.

With far more monks than meat these days, if we don't compete, don't fight, and do nothing, we may never have a chance to rise above our circumstances.

Having said all that, there was nothing left to hold back. Luo Que took a deep breath and spoke out the words that had been hidden in her heart for so long:

"Of all the people here, I arrived the latest. Compared to the others, my bonds and feelings aren't that deep. And my personality is dull and unlikable. So, I didn't expect too much."

"I just really didn't want to be overlooked."

"At least……"

"At least I want to leave some trace."

"Ming Dynasty, thank you for seeing it and not ignoring it. That's enough. You don't have to give me any response. I know you don't like this tattoo, but don't worry, you won't be able to see it soon."

Luo Que spoke fluently and frankly in one breath.

Kan Jian stared wide-eyed and muttered to himself, "Brother, you've changed. You've really become a sparrow now, chirping away, talking so much and so frequently."

indeed.

Shen Mingchao nodded in agreement.

This was probably the most Luo Que had ever spoken to her since she met him.

At the same time, a commotion arose not far away, presumably because some people in the Crescent Hotel were getting impatient.

Luo Que knew his time was running out, and smiled with relief: "Let's go. I can't take up too much of your time, or Boss Yin and the others will come after me."

"Hey—wait a minute."

Shen Mingchao called the person to a stop.

Why should he be able to open his heart whenever he wants, pouring out all his thoughts, and then feel good about himself, while his own reaction doesn't matter, and he's just a listener?

She was just teasing the man casually.

Who knew that teasing him would bring out such a serious and honest person?

She put her hands on her hips and sighed.

We have no choice but to take it seriously.

"Okay, to be honest, I don't hate this tattoo that much. If you want to keep it, then keep it for now. You don't need to go out of your way to remove it; it's kind of painful."

"Huh?" Luo Que was clearly stunned.

Shen Mingchao clicked his tongue and added, "Of course, if you really want to wash it off, I won't stop you. Anyway, it's your body that's tattooed, not me who's in pain—"

Before he could finish speaking, Luo Que, who had been stunned, finally came to his senses. Overjoyed, he shook his head repeatedly, "No, no, no, I won't wash it anymore, I won't wash it anymore. I want to keep it, keep it for a lifetime."

Seeing Luo Que's silly grin, Shen Mingchao felt his persona had crumbled. He pursed his lips, pretending not to believe it: "A lifetime, that's easy to say."

As she finished speaking, she lifted her foot to leave, but as she passed by Kan Jian, she caught a glimpse of his hesitant expression and hesitated in her heart.

She turned her head, her gaze moving from the man's face to the inside of his strong arms.

You can't tell unless you look closely.

The problem is that, thanks to the guidance of Zhang Haixia and Wang Can, she now understands some tricks of the art of disguise.

"You didn't wash either, did you?"

"I knew it was fake skin a long time ago."

The truth was revealed in a single sentence.

Kan Jian dared not hide anything any longer and hurriedly blurted out, "Mingchao, I...I..."

He tried to explain, but found it all too weak, so he could only bow his head and admit his mistake: "I'm sorry, I did use fake skin."

Shen Mingchao let out a long sigh and waved his hand casually.

"Forget it, I won't argue with you. Whether I accept it or not, it's the same. It doesn't make a big difference."

"Just like him, if you want to keep it, then keep it. There's no need to hide it anymore."

For a vest, this is an unexpected delight.

God knows how much effort he used to control himself from jumping up. Holding the soft-hearted girl, he shouted: Long live the Ming Dynasty!

He couldn't wait to tear off the fake skin.

The tattoos finally saw the light of day again, and they were once again branded with the label of Shen Mingchao.

Now both the dog and the bird have found owners.