Ais stopped in his tracks and his face turned cold. He spun around and came back in front of Jun Moyan, his voice grave, "What exactly is it?"
This way of speaking was much more pleasing to Jun Moyan’s eyes.
"Is someone watching you nearby?" Jun Moyan suddenly asked, which seemed odd to Ais.
"What exactly are you trying to say?"
"I’m asking about something."
"Something? You’re asking me about Baiming Sect again? Haven’t I already told you I haven’t joined the Baiming Sect and also warned you not to ask who is behind me? Have you not..."
"It’s neither of those."
"Not those?" That took Ais by surprise.
He stared at Jun Moyan for a few seconds and then said, half-doubting, "No one’s watching, ask away."
Ais knew that when Jun Moyan asked if someone was watching him, he was referring to the person behind him.
Jun Moyan was truly, Jun Moyan. He hadn’t revealed anything yet, but he could guess his situation from just the few words he had said last time.
"First, unbutton your clothes."
Upon hearing this, Ais became unhappy again, suppressing the anger in his heart, he said, "What, you don’t like women so you really like men?"
"Unbutton it! I want to see something!" Jun Moyan didn’t want to waste words.
"There’s nothing but some scars and injuries on my body, nothing worth seeing."
"Don’t make me do it myself."
Seeing that Jun Moyan didn’t seem to be joking and apparently had a real concern, although puzzled, Ais didn’t want to stand here in the street confronting him over this matter.
After all, there was nothing on his body; if he wanted to look, let him look.
So Ais really began unbuttoning his shirt.
Wen Xiao’ai sat in the car, her hands clutching the window, staring unblinkingly with her deep blue eyes at them outside the window.
Jun Moyan turned his head and glanced at the window, signaling Wen Xiao’ai to close her eyes and not look.
Although the window was closed and he couldn’t see inside, he knew Wen Xiao’ai was definitely watching.
Wen Xiao’ai’s eyes were all on Ais, trying to see if he had a tattoo like Jun Moyan’s, so she didn’t notice Jun Moyan’s gaze at all. The source of this content ɪs novel_fіre.net
Even if she had noticed, she probably wouldn’t have understood what it meant.
After warning Wen Xiao’ai, Jun Moyan turned his head but saw that Ais had already unbuttoned down to the second last button then opened his shirt to show to him:
"There, take a good look. Want to take some pictures to look at them slowly?"
As he spoke, Ais even pulled his shirt down from his shoulders, turned around bare-chested, generously showing him, "Here, take a look at the back too."
Passersby cast strange glances at them, pointing at Ais while whispering. A few young women even blushed, reluctant to leave.
Ais looked utterly forlorn, wishing he could strip Jun Moyan too, to flash a bit together.
"Have you seen enough? Can I put my clothes on now?"
"..." There was no tattoo on his body.
Does that mean that the appearance of the tattoo does not control people?
Ais put his clothes back on, rebuttoned his shirt, and curses under his breath, "What a freak, what a weird fetish."
As he buttoned up, he asked, "Did you see anything? Should we find a place, and I could take off my pants for you to inspect?"
As Ais spoke, he glanced up only to see Jun Moyan also starting to unbutton his shirt, though not all the way like he did.
Ais was puzzled about what he was really up to,
but then saw Jun Moyan unbutton two or three buttons and slightly open his shirt, asking, "This tattoo, do you recognize it?"
"Tattoo?" Ais looked toward his spotlessly clean left chest, somewhat puzzled.