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The coat was finally taken off, and he was only wearing a close-fitting black long, narrow-waisted shirt and trousers.If you take it off again, it will bottom out. She stopped and looked at him timidly: "Okay."

"How do you take a shower like this?" He squinted at her.

"Here, take it off again..." She didn't continue, because he had already killed her words with his eyes, so there was no need to discuss, just continue.

Ming Xi bit her lower lip, trembling hands, and unbuttoned his shirt, one by one, with every movement, her hands were trembling. Since she was a child, she had never had such close contact with a man except Daddy. Pass.

King Zun lowered his eyes and looked at her quietly. He could feel Ming Xi's tension. There was a thin layer of sweat on the tip of her nose, and her movements became slow due to trembling.

Such a woman is indeed different, completely different from the women he has ever seen.

After finally unbuttoning and taking off her blouse, she was stunned...

Zun Wang has a lifelike and domineering dragon tattoo on his body. The ferocious and domineering dragon head just wraps around his chest, and the bloody mouth is open at the heart, as if it wants to eat her...

This dragon wrapped around his entire body, with the dragon's head on his chest and the dragon's body wrapped around his waist from his back. It was so vivid that if she hadn't seen it so closely, she would have had the illusion that it was a real dragon.

"Have you seen enough?" Zunwang said coldly.

"This tattoo..." Ming Xi frowned, and looked at him with pity, "It's so lifelike, it must have been done in one go, it must have hurt when it was tattooed?"

Zun Wang's eyelashes flickered, he raised his eyes, and stared straight at her.

No one ever asked him if it hurts, she was the first one.

When he was seven years old, he became a king, and got this tattoo done in one go. During the tattoo, he passed out three times in pain, his teeth bit his lip, but he swallowed the blood into his stomach, held back, and kept silent .

After the tattoo was done, he couldn't get out of bed for one day, and he struggled to get down the next day. The white sheets had been stained red with blood.

When the four elders came to see him, they only cared about whether the tattoo was realistic enough, and no one asked him if it hurt.

Later, with the passage of time, the tattoo grew up with his body, not deformed or faded, but more lifelike and vivid, worthy of the hands of the great instructor.

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