[BL] Bite Your Fingertips

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Chu Yu had observed the tattooing process before.

The needle must be punctured into the skin to inject ink and leave marks.

Chu Yu was afraid of pain, and just trying to imagine the process terrified him.

But remembering what he'd just seen — his name engraved on Lu Shi's cold white skin — Chu Yu's heart trembled, aroused with uncontrollable excitement and trembling.

His male desire for monopoly and conquest was greatly satisfied at that moment.

He liked it.

He liked Lu Shi's scent, his body temperature, and his name.

However, this wasn't enough.

"I love this gift."

Chu Yu met Lu Shi's black eyes. His voice was tense, even trembling as he tightly clasped his quivering fingertips and said the following words, "I have a birthday wish, can you help me fulfill it?"

Lu Shi's posture was relaxed. He carefully observed Chu Yu's subtle expressions and already surmised a rough guess of what Chu Yu wanted him to do.

Raising the corners of his lips, Lu Shi answered without hesitation, "Of course."

It wasn't until evening self-study when the school was quiet that together, Lu Shi and Chu Yu, stealthily climbed a wall and left the school in a taxi back to Qingchuan Road.

As March closely approached April, the weather was already starting to warm up. Compared to the freezing temperatures during winter, it was a bit of a spring night now, hence the streets were bustling with liveliness.

Chu Yu followed behind Lu Shi. They passed a brawl without nary a glance, made a few turns down a narrow alley, and finally stopped in front of a sliding iron gate.

The dark green paint of the iron gate had peeled off a lot, revealing a rusted interior. There were two pots of camellia with lush petals in the doorway, a common dark red color. A small wooden sign hung on the door tied with hemp rope swaying in the wind, a few letters written on it: TATTOO.

Lu Shi stretched out his hand, opened the door, and let Chu Yu enter first.

Outmoded bicycles were parked in the yard, and a dim light was shining by the door.

A voice prompt was triggered and a mechanical and electronic "Welcome" sounded abruptly, startling Chu Yu.

A middle-aged man with a shaggy beard opened the door and viewed the faces of the people who'd arrived. "Lu Shi? I was about to lock the door. Come in, what's the matter?"

Lu Shi habitually put his hands in his pockets. "I wanted to borrow your studio."

The middle-aged man didn't ask more and just threw the key over. "Use whatever you want. Remember to lock the door for me when you leave."

With that said, he turned around, grabbed a coat, and really left.

Lu Shi held the key and brought Chu Yu to open a side door. Turning on the lights, the furnishings in the room could be seen at a glance.

Chu Yu curiously observed the tattoo-like pattern on the wall and asked, "The store owner is comfortable with giving you the key?"

"Well, he grew up with my mother and had a crush on her but didn't dare confess. He hasn't married up until now. When I returned to Qingchuan Road, he heard that I was Jiang Yueman's son and came especially to see me several times. He didn't speak the first few times but at the fourth meeting, he finally opened his mouth and said that I look a bit like my mother."