Chapter 912: Doesn’t it hurt?
She couldn’t possibly dislike such an atmosphere and feeling, so even though they had their disagreements, certain things seemed inseparable.
Like, happiness.
As Nangong Jin once said, there are many sorrows that only time can erase, but if you’re a little happier, they won’t hurt as much.
Happiness and amusement are things that no one can resist, and if possible, let that happiness and warmth spread endlessly.
Let it spread unrestrained.
But it was difficult for her, Gu Qibao, to return to the carefree state of mind she once had.
Lost in thought, the four of them were deep in an intense game of mahjong, and Nangong Jin was really having a rough time.
For some reason, his luck with the tiles was just terrible at the moment.
With his bad luck, and the Di brothers holding back his tiles, he couldn’t seem to win.
After collecting her thoughts, Di Jinxuan heard Gu Qibao and the others still gossiping about the tattoo and suddenly asked out of curiosity, "Can this be removed?"
Her question caught everyone off guard.
Nangong Ran was the quickest to react, blurting out, "Why would you want to remove it?"
"Yeah, why remove it?" Di Xiaxia also asked curiously.
Gu Qibao was even more direct, "Do you dislike it, so you want Jinxuan to remove it?"
Only then did Di Jinxuan realize she had spoken too hastily. She really didn’t mean it that way, it was just a casual question.
You see, that’s the trouble with being among acquaintances; no matter how awkward or inappropriate you felt before, once you sit down and start chatting, you suddenly forget the embarrassment.
It felt just like old times, and so she became unguarded.
She had really just suddenly forgotten the disagreement she had with Nangong Jin, damn it!
Gu Qibao’s comment made Di Jinxuan blush, and she quickly retorted, "What does it have to do with me? I was just asking casually."
Indeed, it had nothing to do with her. It was his tattoo, his choice to remove it or not. Besides, she hadn’t said she didn’t like the tattoo.
Actually, her point was that her attention was entirely on the tattoo; she just happened to ask if it could be removed.
No sooner had she finished speaking than Nangong Jin lifted his lip in a smirk, casually saying, "You can remove it, if you don’t like it, just wash it off."
It wasn’t clear whether he was referring to Di Jinxuan not liking it, or himself.
Nangong Jin’s response left everyone stunned again.
Di Mingjue was also curious, so he blurted out, "Doesn’t it hurt?"
From what he understood, removing a tattoo was supposed to be a painful process.
"It hurts," Nangong Jin nodded, a teasing smile on his lips, "How could it not? But if you don’t like it, why keep it?"
Di Mingzhe glanced at him and said indifferently, "If you don’t like it, why did you get it tattooed?"
Di Jinxuan’s heart was racing, all mixed up. Just when she thought Nangong Jin was about to say something like "If Little Xuanxuan doesn’t like it, I’ll remove it," Nangong Jin suddenly spoke.
"Tattoos are for others to see; if someone doesn’t like it, then it’s fine to remove it."
He said it lightly, even with a smile, but there was a serious undertone to his words.
However, this time his words were more cryptic, but everyone quickly understood who he was probably referring to.
Right after he spoke, Di Mingchen threw down his hand of tiles, boasting proudly, "I win with two, five, eight."
It was only then that Nangong Jin realized that the game was over—over!
And he was still miserably without a winning hand.
In the midst of their previous conversation, he had actually forgotten to set them up for a win.
Suddenly, it was all just pitiful and distressing.