440 Tattooed a thorned flower on the C-section incision (1:

Nian lie didn't do as she said.

He stood behind her and looked at her reflection in the mirror with keen eyes.

She was dressed in a black dress, swaying in the wind. Her lips were red, her teeth were white, and her long hair was gentle.

He couldn't help but step forward and hold her exposed thin waist with his big hands.

He lowered his head and sniffed the fragrance of her hair.You're very beautiful.

Ning Qing's heart skipped a beat. The man's hand on his waist suddenly exerted strength and pulled her into his arms.

Ning Qing froze.

His strong but restrained body was tightly pressed against her back.

There wasn't a single crack.

The ambiguity between them spread silently.

Ning Qing lowered her eyes, but her eyelashes were still trembling.

His fingertips seemed to be on fire as he gently rubbed her abdomen.

He was on the edge of danger and was eager to try.

Ning Qing felt a sharp pain. She was about to push him away when Nian lie's hand suddenly stopped moving.

What's this? he looked up at her, slightly puzzled.

What do you think it is?: ning Qing's eyes turned red as she gritted her teeth:

Nian lie was shocked by her sudden change. His gaze froze in front of the mirror.

On the woman's slender waist, right in front of her lower abdomen, there was an extremely conspicuous black pattern.

It was strange and flirtatious.

Nian lie furrowed his brows and studied it carefully. He realized that it looked like a type of flower.

His hand still did not move away, instead, it touched gently.

Suddenly, an idea popped into his mind.

Ning Qing looked at his expression, which was as if he had been struck by lightning. She sneered in her heart. this is a scar left behind when I gave birth to a child by a C-section, she said lightly.

In an instant, the man's body was as stiff as wood.

The charming atmosphere was completely lost.

However, ning Qing still felt that it was not enough. She chuckled and said, because I was not in a good condition when I was cut open. I could die at any time. The doctor had no choice but to cut me vertically at the last minute to ensure my safety. That's how the wound became like this.

She lowered her head slightly and held his cold hand.

She slid him across the scar.

women love beauty after all. I also think that a vertical cut doesn't look good, so I got a tattoo on the scar.

Does it hurt? Nian lie saw his pale face and the smile on her lips from the mirror.

Ning Qing raised her eyes and met his gaze.

It hurts.

Nian lie suddenly felt that the wound wasn't on her body, but on his heart.

Otherwise, why would he be in so much pain that he couldn't speak?

But it doesn't hurt anymore.

Ning Qing pushed his hand away and walked closer to the mirror, combing her long hair.

Nian lie's feet seemed to have taken root, and he could no longer get close to her.

He couldn't imagine how she had to go through the pain of a C-section after facing her dead child alone.

Nian lie could not help but Mutter,ning Qing Qianqian.

Do you know what my tattoo is?

Ning Qing turned to ask him.

His throat was dry, and his eyes were filled with pain.

Ning Qing's smile became even more moving. it's thorns.

This is a thorned flower,

Her lips were full of smiles, while his face was as pale as paper.

At this point, ning Qing had no interest in continuing to argue.

It's late, Mr. Nian, let's go.

She pushed him, and he took a few steps back and hit the wall.

The woman did not even look at him. She twisted the door lock and walked out.

Who would've thought that the moment she stepped out, she would see Nian che looking for her in a hurry?

Ning Qing paused for a moment. Nian Jin walked over in a panic and looked her up and down. sister-in-law, aren't you done packing? what's wrong? where's my brother? you're going to be late!

Ning Qing did not answer, and the door behind her opened again.

Nian lie walked out without a word.

Nian Che's eyes widened, and he ignored the pain in Nian lie's eyes. He looked at him, then at ning Qing. you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you