Rebirth in a Shura Field, but in an Abstract Version

In his previous life, when he was with Song Zhiyi, Wang Zhe had already discovered the difference in thinking between men and women.

When feelings deepen, especially at the point of establishing a relationship, men often think about taking physical contact further—simply put, like an ox wanting to eat grass. Women, on the other hand, tend to think of romantic little tricks, though what seems romantic to others might not be romantic at all, and could even be abstract.

Of course, this is not absolute; it just means that, generally speaking, girls value the sense of ritual more.

For Jiang Di, getting a tattoo is clearly a very important ritual.

After the brief ceremony, she tossed her long hair behind her head, showing Wang Zhe the back of her neck, and asked, "What do you think?"

"fine."

Wang Zhe genuinely thought it was a good thing. Without close inspection, you wouldn't even notice the small dot. And even with close inspection, someone unaware of its history would only think it was a natural mole, never suspecting it was actually a tattoo.

This way, the impact on Jiang Di's future will be minimal, and the psychological pressure on Wang Zhe will also be minimal.

Jiang Di suddenly asked, "Why did you choose this place? Does the back of your neck have any special meaning for you?"

Wang Zhe stared at her, a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

Feeling stared at like that, Jiang Di thought she had said something wrong and muttered to herself, "If you don't want to talk about it, then don't..."

Wang Zhe: "It's not that I didn't want to talk about it. It's actually very simple. I like The Matrix. The human-computer interface in the movie is in this part."

Jiang Di nodded: "Oh, so it's because of that movie. Then why did you look at me like that just now...?"

Wang Zhe sighed, "I chose a spot, and you tattooed it on your body without saying a word, without even asking me why I chose that spot?"

"It's because you chose this place! I like you, so the place you chose has special meaning for me. As for why you chose this place, that's your reason. But you are my reason."

As Jiang Di spoke, she gazed at him with a smile. That smile was so clear, with a kind of childlike sincerity, that Wang Zhe didn't even know how to respond.

Suddenly, Huang Xinxin exclaimed, "Wang Zhe, I think it's the best thing for her that you became her boyfriend. I was a little worried before that she was too naive and easily deceived. But it turns out she likes you, this honest guy, it's really great..."

"Honest? Me?" Wang Zhe, who had decided to become a playboy in this life, felt insulted when he heard this word.

Huang Xinxin nodded matter-of-factly: "That's right, you don't have any tattoos, piercings, or even dyed hair. You don't smoke in my shop either. Aren't you being honest?"

Wang Zhe: "..."

Jiang Di added, "Sis, he not only doesn't smoke, he even got into a top-tier university in the college entrance exam!"

Huang Xinxin raised an eyebrow: "Not only is he an honest kid, but he's also a good student. Not bad, not bad!"

Wang Zhe wanted to say that he was anything but honest inside; he had already come up with a plan right now. But at this moment, it wasn't convenient to say it out loud in front of Huang Xinxin.

And then I thought, if people think I'm honest, that's not a bad thing either.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

After leaving Huang Xinxin's tattoo shop, Wang Zhe took Jiang Di home.

On the way home, Jiang Di felt a little uneasy.

Logically speaking, they're already a couple, so why isn't he talking to me? Why has he been so silent the whole way? Could he be angry because he feels he's being blackmailed?

The girl was filled with anxiety.

Upon arriving at his home, this conjecture seemed to be further confirmed.

Wang Zhe closed the door and asked, "You said you were going to give me a gift today, but you tattooed my name on your body. Did you even ask for my opinion? How do you know if I'm willing or not?"

Jiang Di muttered under her breath, "It's me who's in pain, not you, so what's wrong with you...?"

Wang Zhe: "You had a physical exam before the college entrance exam, and they found a tattoo, and it even has my name on it! How am I supposed to explain that? You went to the same high school as me! Your teachers and my teachers were colleagues, how could this kind of gossip not spread? So how could it not have anything to do with me?"

Jiang Di was speechless.

Wang Zhe pointed to the bedroom: "Go in and lie down on the bed."

Jiang Di was stunned: "What are you going to do?"

Wang Zhe found the belt he had bought last time and said coldly, "I'm going to punish you for acting on your own."

As soon as she finished speaking, the girl's expression changed from blank to shy.

She quietly changed into her slippers, went into the bedroom, and lay down on Wang Zhe's bed.

Wang Zhe, carrying a belt, unleashed another ten consecutive blows.

Jiang Di remained silent, only biting her lip tightly. After the ten consecutive draws were finished, she turned to look at him and asked softly, "Is this enough?"

Wang Zhe raised an eyebrow: "You think that's not enough?"

"No, no, no," Jiang Di quickly shook her head, "I just want to ask, is this kind of punishment enough?"

Wang Zhe sat down in the chair and said, "Luckily, you listened to my advice and didn't actually tattoo my name on it. Otherwise, I really would have stayed away from you, understand?"

"Understood!" Jiang Di sat up, trying to adopt a proper sitting posture. But as soon as she sat down, her expression became somewhat distorted.

The area that was just hit is still a little painful when it's pressed.

However, this level is nothing special.

Seeing that she was sitting so steadily, Wang Zhe couldn't help but wonder if he had been too gentle with his hands.

So he asked, "Aren't you in pain?"

"What?"

"I was talking about your butt. You sat down right after I spanked you, doesn't it hurt?"

"pain……"

"Then why aren't you lying down?"

"Oh……"

Jiang Di looked aggrieved and obediently lay back down.

However, once she actually lay down, with her little face buried between her arms, she couldn't help but smile happily.

Although Wang Zhe's tone was fierce just now, he was clearly concerned about her!

In this way, she not only became his lover, but also enjoyed this unique treatment. Isn't that great?

As for the pain, it's like the spiciness in hot pot. For people who can't handle spicy food, it's torture; but for diners who can handle spicy food, as long as they don't exceed their tolerance threshold, the spicier it is, the more stimulating and enjoyable it is!

Thinking of this, Jiang Di suddenly asked, "Do you like hot pot?"

Wang Zhe: "How many people in Chengdu don't like hot pot?"

It's well-known that people from Sichuan and Chongqing love hot pot with chili oil. In Chengdu, on weekday evenings or holidays, the place where long queues are most likely to form is in front of hot pot restaurants.

Jiang Di couldn't help but laugh and say, "I like it too! Let's go eat together next time..."

Wang Zhe: "You, you wouldn't be ordering the extra spicy one, would you?"

Jiang Di: "I usually order medium spicy, what about you?"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.