Starlight Has No Past

Under a dome light, Ye Qiao lied on a soft Japanese style couch, upper
body bare and a robe casually stuck under her body.

Her long hairs, like a bolt of black silk, messily spread over her shoulders
reaching down to her waist.  Under the light, her skin looked like porcelain,
its sleek luster creating a sharp contrast to her dark hair.

The spotlight shone on her chest warming her body.  She began to swelter
when she heard Zhou Tingsheng ask: “Tattoo on the chest?”

His fingers slowly rubbed her chest in an up and down motion. The scar from
the surgery had faded with time. His fingers were a bit rough from his time as
a soldier. It stung each time he touched the scar.

Ye Qiao calmly nodded and mumbled in her throat: “En.”

About half an hour ago, he had brought Ye Qiao to this place. Said location
was in a not so reputable area as far as she could remember when she was
living in Yang City. There were several clubs here that were famous for their
tattoo parlors. When she was young, she would never have thought that she
would be here someday trying to get a tattoo.

Zhou Tingsheng seemed to know his way around here quite well. It wasn’t
business hours, but he could easily get the keys from the owner.

The owner, Wuzi, was an easy-going person and was rather street smart.
Once he saw Ye Qiao, he immediately announced his status as a fan. Ye Qiao
thought Zhou Tingsheng visited the place quite often, but didn’t see any tattoos
on him. She was wondering about it when Wuzi laughed: “He’s not a customer!
Sheng Ge learned it in the past and is very good at it. But he only serves special
customers.”

Ye Qiao asked: “What do you mean by special?”
Wuzi suddenly blushed: “Well…...especially beautiful ones.”

Ye Qiao was stunned for a second and looked at Zhou Tingsheng. But then she
understandably smiled: “Alright, then let’s try it.”

After she took a shower, Wuzi turned on the light in the tattoo room and showed
her in. Before he left the room, he sighed and said to Zhou Tingsheng: “She’s my
goddess, Sheng Ge, be easy on her.”

Ye Qiao quietly lied down on the couch and asked: “Why did you bring me here?”

Zhou Tingsheng was concentrating on putting the needle in the tattoo machine:
“It’s my personal hobby.”

Ye Qiao looked up at him. He had removed his jacket and the sleeves of his shirt
were folded up to his elbows showing his tanned arms. The arms were clean,
muscular, and without a single tattoo. She tried to find signs of a tattoo on his
body without luck.  She couldn’t see any even though she had peeked at his chest
through his shirt collar where the top there buttons were unbuttoned.

She curled her lips: “Then what about learning this? Also a personal hobby?”

“En.” He nonchalantly replied.

“Did you learn it before or after the military?”

“After.”

“You have quite a resume.” What she didn’t mention was that people who had
undergone many different careers usually had a depressing life. Ye Qiao didn’t
want to know the dark side of his life. She tried to lighten the conversation: “How
many years did it take to learn? How skilled are you?”

Zhou Tingsheng had put the needle in and smiled as if his prey had entered the
trap: “Give it a try and you’ll know.”