Chapter 233: Does Lady Wen Also Want to Get a Tattoo?

Mu Qian gave her a cold glance before turning his back to her. His back bore numerous wounds, scars from bullets and knives that had been stitched up, some so ugly they looked like centipedes. There seemed to be also marks from whip lashes, making it hard to imagine how such a favorite son of heaven could bear so many scars.

It was hard to know how this man had gotten through the years, as his life didn't seem as glorious as it appeared.

Mu Qian's body trembled slightly when the woman's fingertips brushed one of his wounds, and he said coldly, "What are you dawdling for? Hurry up."

Wen Jiaren's fingertips had only unintentionally skimmed his body when she spaced out. Upon hearing his voice, she began to treat his wounds familiarly. Facing the man's lean and muscled back, the heat on her face refused to subside, hastening her movements, "Done."