Although Jiang Cheng Xueba's guess was completely contrary to his own real thoughts, Gu Fei felt that it didn't matter. Anyway, it was impossible to explain his thoughts with Jiang Cheng, and he didn't want to make Jiang Cheng feel unreliable because of his own thoughts.
He decided to cooperate honestly and nodded very seriously to prevent Xueba from giving him another bite.
Moreover, when Jiang Cheng said this, he was full of sexy. Gu Fei stared at him and only felt that he wanted to throw him over with one arm. The various bad pictures in his mind, what kind of dentist bed play, train sleeper All the players who played were raising their arms and shouting.
Fortunately, this bite was a bit cruel, and he almost caught up with the pain that the tiger smashed on his collarbone that day. The picture in his mind was fleeting, and he returned to the state of an upright boy in time.
"This should be fine," Jiang Cheng took a step back and looked at the tooth print, "It's really round, I found my tooth is pretty good."
"Yes," Gu Fei fumbled on his collarbone, "after all, he can bite off the teeth of the zipper puller."
"Yes," Jiang Cheng squinted his eyes and looked at him, "So you can be honest with me, or I will chew you and there will be no scum left."
"I see." Gu Fei answered very sincerely.
Boss Lu prepared the tools to be used, and came in to look at the tooth prints: "Okay, do you want a cartoon or a more three-dimensional one?"
"Is there any difference?" Jiang Cheng asked.
"You can take a look at the photos," Boss Lu opened the notebook next to him and found a few pictures. "It's more three-dimensional, like this..."
Jiang Cheng was a little surprised. It turned out that quite a few people did something stupid like getting tooth marks on the body. Under the cover of a group of stupid guys, he and Gu Fei suddenly became less stupid.
But with this strong three-dimensional tooth mark, he immediately felt a little frightened when he glanced at it. The black tooth mark was visually red and swollen, and it was a little frightening.
"This is not good, right?" Jiang Cheng looked at Gu Fei, "It looks like the poison is about to go out."
"You are poisonous, you are poisonous, you are poisonous..." Gu Fei leaned aside and sang a low voice, "What's a cartoon?"
"The cartoons are more flat, with less shadows, and not as strong as three-dimensional." Boss Lu showed two more pictures. "Basically, you can make a flat surface according to the traces you bite on. This is more cute."
"That's it." Jiang Cheng looked at the photos. In contrast, although cartoons are called cartoons, they actually look much more normal than three-dimensional ones. They don’t have such a strong sense of non-mainstream stupidity. Isn't it black?"
"Any color is fine, you can like it, you can make it into colorful colors," said boss Lu, "but I personally recommend darker colors, which look better."
If it weren’t for considering that once it’s put on it, even if it’s washed, it won’t be washed off immediately. Jiang Cheng really wants to get him something pink, pink, blue, and the little bunny is good.
In the end, I chose black, low-key silly and cool.
After Gu Fei lay down in his sex, Boss Lu put on his gloves and began to show the disposable tools he needed, the needle and the tube. Jiang Cheng looked at it and felt that the tattoo was about to be tortured.
The next step is to disinfect and start to trace the pattern.
After finishing the description, Boss Lu asked Jiang Cheng to check it, and took a mirror to show Gu Fei: "It's roughly like this, I'll start cutting the line if there is no problem."
Listening to Boss Lu’s explanation, cutting the line is to draw the edge of the pattern first, but it is the word "cut" that makes Jiang Cheng feel a dull pain in his inner thigh. He frowns: "Don't you apply some anesthetic? "
"This area is not big, so let's endure it," Boss Lu said. "Good ointment does not affect the coloring, but it affects the elasticity of the skin and still affects the shape of the pattern."
"Then you can bear it?" Jiang Cheng stretched his face over Gu Fei's face and looked at him.
"Yeah." Gu Fei smiled.
Jiang Cheng controlled his urge to lower his head and kiss him. He sat back on the chair next to him, and watched Lu, the boss took something like a pen that he didn’t know what to do, and began to hit Gu Fei’s collarbone. The tossing.
Gu Fei didn't respond, and the pain was probably tolerable.
It’s just that the time is a bit long. This boss Lu wore a mask, half-faced and bowed his head in a hurry. It took more than forty minutes to cut the thread with great care.
"I'm ready to start coloring," Boss Lu said while changing the tools, "it shouldn't hurt much now, it will be a little pain when I start coloring in a while, but it hurts and I look forward to it, it is still very fun."
Jiang Cheng rubbed his legs next to him, and asked Gu Fei in a low voice, "Does it hurt?"
"It's okay now, it doesn't feel too big," Gu Fei turned his head and smiled at him, "Maybe the skin here is not tender enough, it doesn't feel painful, if it's inside the thigh..."
"Shut up." Jiang Cheng interrupted him.
"The inner thigh is also okay. In fact, it is not as painful as the clavicle. There is fat on the thigh. Relatively speaking, it is not that painful." Boss Lu glanced at Jiang Cheng. "Are your tooth prints on the inner thigh?"
"Ah," Jiang Cheng squinted Erlang's legs in embarrassment, "You can start painting."
The coloring process was quite boring. Jiang Cheng watched Lu boss lay on the head of the bed with something similar to a dentist’s tooth washer, doing it bit by bit, and the visual effect was similar to washing teeth. From time to time, I have to wipe the oozing blood.
Jiang Cheng was not afraid of blood, but when he thought of himself, he was still a little cautious.
He took out his cell phone, took a few photos at Gu Fei’s side, lowered his head and started playing with P-pictures. After a while tossing, Gu Fei said: "You have to be bored. Why don't you help me get rid of the love that passed, old man? I can’t make it, I haven’t played for a few days."
"... All right." Jiang Cheng reached out and touched Gu Fei's trouser pocket, first squeezed his leg through the trousers, and then took out the phone.
Gu Fei gave a tut.
"Does it hurt?" Boss Lu asked immediately.
"No," Gu Fei said, "it's already painful, and I don't feel the pain anymore."
"It's almost done," Boss Lu wiped the blood that oozes, "Your collarbone is beautiful, this article must be very cool."
Jiang Cheng leaned over and took a look. The tooth mark was already half-circle. Although the skin was red and swollen, the effect was still visible. It was much more beautiful than the three-dimensional one. Gu Fei's clavicle was beautiful in shape. , It's really sexy.
… I can forgive the boss Lu’s behavior of touching his collarbone and shoulders.
Jiang Cheng squeezed Gu Fei's finger and locked the phone, and began to pass him through.
However, as soon as he opened the interface of Mentally Handicapped, he saw more than 300 little red hearts: "Fuck me, so many hearts?"
"Well," Gu Fei smiled, "I haven't played for a few days."
"I haven't played for half a month and I can't save so much," Jiang Cheng clicked on his friends and glanced at his friends, feeling that the list of friends couldn't turn over. "The number of friends is a bit amazing." (End of this chapter)