The time of the city

Chapter 227 Tattoo

Within two days, Ni Jiamu bought the villa next to the old house and quickly had people move his belongings in.

When Mo Yu moved in with Ni Jiamu, she was immediately drawn to a man and woman waiting at the door. They were carrying suitcases, and their outfits were artistic.

Mo Yu's eyes were fixed on the two of them, filled with curiosity, but she swallowed the words back on her lips. Ni Jiamu didn't seem to have any intention of introducing them, so the group walked into the house in silence.

After arranging the two to sit down, Ni Jiamu turned around to prepare drinks. Seeing this, Mo Yu also trotted over to follow him.

She leaned closer to Ni Jiamu and asked in a very soft voice, "Brother, what do they do?"

Ni Jiamu skillfully fiddled with the coffee utensils, his movements flowing smoothly as he made latte art. He said slowly, "I asked him to do couple tattoos for us."

"Tattoo?" Mo Yu's eyes widened in shock.

In her opinion, most of the people who are keen on couple tattoos are young men and women, but how could Ni Jiamu, a mature man who is almost 30 years old, also have such an idea?

Ni Jiamu handed Mo Yu a cup of latte art and asked, "What's wrong?"

Mo Yu took the coffee with both hands and stammered, "Brother, can you not get the tattoo?"

Ni Jiamu moved slightly closer, and the warm breath he exhaled as he spoke blended with the hot steam rising from the coffee in Mo Yu's hand, causing Mo Yu to feel an indescribable feeling in her heart.

"Even if you say you're willing to be with me and cultivate a relationship, I still feel insecure and always afraid that someone else will snatch you away. I want to tattoo each other's names on our bodies so that when others approach you, they know you are mine and I will always be yours."

Mo Yu blushed and took a big step back in panic. In her heart, she was actually resisting the tattoo. On the one hand, she was afraid of the pain, and on the other hand, she knew that she hadn't really fallen in love with Ni Jiamu yet.

But when she met Ni Jiamu's eyes full of expectation, and remembered the promise she made to him a few days ago, she sighed in her heart and decided to just take it as the beginning of cultivating feelings.

"Then let's get a tattoo together."

When they returned to the living room, the two tattoo artists had already arranged all the tools neatly.

The female tattoo artist politely asked, "Can we start now? What are you two planning to tattoo? We have some couples' designs for reference."

Ni Jiamu waved his hand and said, "No need. We'll tattoo each other's names. We'll write them ourselves and you can just tattoo them accordingly."

As he spoke, he picked up a pen, walked over to Mo Yu, squatted down, held her hand, and wrote the three words "Ni Jiamu" on her wrist stroke by stroke.

The tip of the pen brushed across her skin, bringing a slight tingling sensation. The warmth from Ni Jiamu's palm also passed through her skin. Mo Yu felt her heartbeat suddenly accelerate. When Ni Jiamu finished writing, she still maintained the posture of stretching her hand, standing there in a daze.

"I've finished writing, it's your turn." Ni Jiamu stood up and handed the pen to Mo Yu with a smile.

"Oh." Mo Yu woke up as if from a dream, took the pen and was about to write on Ni Jiamu's wrist.

Ni Jiamu withdrew his hand, unbuttoned his shirt, held Mo Yu's hand and touched his left chest to the area where his heart was. He said with a burning gaze, "Xiao Yu, write your name on my heart."

Mo Yu quickly retracted her hand as if she had been burned: "Huh? This... should be written on the wrist."

"Just tattoo here, write it." Ni Jiamu's eyes were firm and fiery as he stared at her closely.

"Okay." Mo Yu blushed, one hand gently supporting Ni Jiamu's tight abdominal muscles, and the other hand trembled slightly as she slowly wrote her name on his heart.

She could clearly feel Ni Jiamu's pounding heartbeat, his abdomen burning hot, as if it would burn her hands. The two of them were so close, an ambiguous atmosphere filled the air, and Mo Yu was so nervous that she could barely hold the pen.

Seeing this, the two tattoo artists smiled in tacit understanding and turned their heads to the side. Mo Yu looked up and happened to meet Ni Jiamu's gentle and smiling gaze. For a moment, her cheeks became even redder.

"This... this is unfair. Your name has three characters and mine only has two. Your tattoo is not as painful as mine." Mo Yu frowned and muttered softly.

Ni Jiamu chuckled: "Then find a love poem and copy it on my chest."

"Forget it, I'll draw a flower next to my name." After saying that, Mo Yu added a small daisy behind the word "Mo Yu".

The tattoo materials were ready, and the female tattoo artist began to tattoo Moyu, while the male tattoo artist tattooed Ni Jiamu. Moyu was afraid of pain, so Ni Jiamu specifically asked the tattoo artist to apply anesthetic on her.

During the tattoo process, even with the effect of anesthetic, Mo Yu was still nervous and tense, staring at the tattoo artist's movements without blinking.

Ni Jiamu, on the other hand, looked at Mo Yu with a satisfied expression, a faint smile on his lips. Since the tattoo was simple, it didn't take long for it to be completed.

After the tattoo artist left, Ni Jiamu was in high spirits. He stood in front of the mirror and repeatedly examined the tattoo on his chest, his eyes filled with satisfaction and happiness. "Xiaoyu, this is the exclusive mark we gave each other. No one can leave, and no one can fall in love with anyone else."

Mo Yu stared at the tattoo on her wrist in a daze and asked softly, "Why is it on your chest?"

"I tattooed your name on my heart because I want it to beat with the beat of my heart. As long as my heart beats, I will love you as long as I live. I will love you only when I die."

As Ni Jiamu spoke, he slowly moved closer, his lips gradually approaching Mo Yu's. Just as they were about to touch, Mo Yu subconsciously pushed him away.

"You said you wouldn't touch me until I fell in love with you. Brother, let's develop our relationship slowly."

Ni Jiamu was slightly stunned, then smiled gently: "Okay, I hope you don't make me wait too long."