My ex-boyfriend is always pestering me [Quick Time Travel]

Half a month before the wedding, Ji Ling took Jiang Ya to a tattoo shop.

Jiang Ya was held by him in a daze.

"Quiet, do you want a tattoo?"

"kindness."

The tattoo artist poked his head out from behind the computer, raised his chin at the pile of pictures on the table in front of the two of them, and said lazily.

"Choose whatever tattoo you want."

Ji Ling didn't even look at it, and said calmly.

"It's already been chosen."

The tattoo artist stood up as usual, rolled up his sleeves to prepare tools, and glanced at him.

"What about the style?"

Ji Ling took out his mobile phone and called up the picture. Jiang Ya was very close to him. After seeing the picture clearly, he froze for a moment, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

"When did you take it!"

"While you were sleeping."

On the screen of the mobile phone, a section of white and delicate collarbone is displayed impressively. The light blue flower mist is like a charm.

After a moment of embarrassment, Jiang Ya glanced at the tattoo artist who was taking apart the tattoo needles, and asked in a low voice hesitantly.

"Do you really want a tattoo?"

"Want a couple tattoo."

Seeing that the tattoo artist signaled him to start preparing, Ji Ling went to unbutton his shirt with one hand, and said softly.

"If you're bored, sit there for a while."

"No, I want to see!"

Jiang Ya was nervous and curious and insisted on following. He hadn't seen the complete process of tattooing with his own eyes, so he rested his chin and concentrated on watching the tattooist's quiet work.

When the tattoo was about to finish, Ji Ling suddenly spoke.

"Tattoo one more word."

"What word?"

"Jiang."

Jiang Ya suddenly raised her head, stared blankly at Ji Ling with a calm face, and after a few seconds, she jumped up and said happily.

"Then I want a tattoo too!"

Ji Ling squeezed his hand and coaxed him softly.

"I'll tattoo you later."

The tattoo artist stopped moving and raised his head in surprise.

"Yo, colleagues?"

Ji Ling denied it with a smile, and couldn't help rubbing Jiang Ya's knuckles gently, as if he wanted to get closer to him, but he could only keep his posture motionless.

"No, just tattoo him."

Jiang Ya's face became hot, fine smile lines rippled from the corners of her lips to the tip of her brows, and her heart seemed to be smeared with sweet honey.

The tattoo artist smiled and turned a blind eye to their interlocking hands.

Ji Ling's tattoo is on the other side of the collarbone, which is exactly symmetrical with Jiang Ya's tattoo, so you can tell they are a pair at a glance.Jiang Ya stared at his slightly bleeding skin, and asked in a worried and suspicious whisper.

"Why is it bleeding? And it doesn't look like mine, uh..."

Ji Ling stood up and buttoned his buttons, carefully avoiding the tattoo on his collarbone, and gently tapped the tip of his nose.

"This is normal and the tattoo will heal completely in less than two weeks and it will be just like yours by then."

Jiang Ya suddenly realized and nodded, and then asked earnestly.

"Then I want to tattoo your name too!"

"it is good."

Ji Ling borrowed tools from the tattoo artist and worked quietly like a real tattoo artist. His serious and serious appearance was particularly attractive.

Jiang Ya didn't dare to disturb him, she held her breath and looked at Ji Ling who was close at hand.His outline is cold and hard, and when he purses his lips in silence, he will unconsciously reveal a bit of alienation and coldness, and the downcast eyes have diluted a bit of the sharpness of the eye, making him look much softer.

Ji Ling noticed that he was trembling slightly, and hurriedly retracted the tattoo needle, his tone revealing undisguised tension.

"What's wrong, does it hurt?"

It was indeed quite painful, but Jiang Ya stared at him without blinking, and her smug smile was a little silly.

"I accidentally saw you fascinated."

Ji Ling froze for a moment, then smiled, his eyes were like the warm and moist surface of early spring water, sparkling with tenderness.

"Go home and take a look."

It was already dark when I walked out of the tattoo shop, the lights on the street were shining brightly, the shadows on the ground were pulled and merged together, and the buildings in the distance seemed to be covered with a layer of black soft cloth, revealing an unreal haze.The tingling pain on the skin was still burning, but the warmth from the palm made Jiang Ya feel extremely stable.

Ji Ling tilted his head and asked him.

"Does it still hurt?"

"Just one word for me, how can it hurt as much as you."

Jiang Ya stopped in front of him, carefully looked at the tattoo wrapped in plastic wrap on his collarbone, and muttered worriedly.

The chin was lifted slightly, and bumped into Ji Ling's dark eyes.

"I mean...at that time."

Ji Ling frowned slightly, his expression showed deep remorse and self-blame, and he said in a low voice with some embarrassment.

"I was dizzy at that time...it must have hurt."

Jiang Ya's smile seemed to be unbearable, his tone was resentful, but his expression was very warm.

"Yeah, at that time I thought, if I catch you, you must have a taste of this. But now seeing your tattoo, I only feel distressed."

Ji Ling looked down at him motionlessly, then suddenly leaned over slightly, and kissed his lips sideways.

It was a very light and soft kiss, almost imperceptible, like the light brushing of feathers.But Jiang Ya could feel the solemn love from it, as if she was held on the tip of her heart and cared for, like a warm wind.

He looked up at Ji Ling's eyes that were close at hand, as if being licked by the deep sea, willingly sinking into it.

His eyes suddenly went dark, his eyes were covered with warm palms, and Ji Ling's low laughter burst into his ears, entwining his slightly warm heart.

"Kiss with eyes closed, idiot."

The author has something to say:

In fact, Dao Dao really wants to get tattoos, tattoos on the collarbone, butterfly bone, ankle or wrist, but Dao Dao is afraid of pain and being beaten by his mother QAQ