Indifferently, he handed over a sheet of A4 paper, "Look at the pattern on it, is it difficult?"
The tattoo artist glanced at it and immediately nodded, "No difficulty at all, rest assured, I guarantee you'll be satisfied."
"Very well."
Inside the bedroom, the woman's stunning face was nestled into the soft pillow.
Her black hair, like seaweed, spread out on the pillow.
Those slender long legs were draped over the silk quilt, her snow-white skin glowing with a radiant luster, smoother even than the touch of silk.
In the dream, Sophie Sullivan felt the mattress sink in, she slowly woke up, and upon opening her eyes, saw Thomas Shannon's amplified handsome face.
Raising her hand, she pushed him away and murmured, "Thomas Shannon, stop messing around."
Disturbing someone so early in the morning is really annoying.
