Xiao Ziyun had already painted patterns on the woman's back, and there were various colored materials on the wooden table next to her. She held a needle and dipped it in a small plate, then closed her sleeve and stabbed the needle on the woman's back, bit by bit, and carved it very carefully.

Youmeng unconsciously saw the spirit. The needle tip pierced into the skin, and the ink color gathered less and became more, gradually forming, drawing an exquisite picture of flowers and birds, which was vividly embroidered around the woman's butterfly bone, with an indescribable charm and charm.

After the tattoo was completed, Xiao Ziyun took the clothes and covered the female guest. The woman sat up and put on her clothes. Seeing this, Youmeng tactfully took back her head, retreated from the room, and gently brought the door.

She wandered casually in the corridor. The door opened. The woman who had just tattooed her came out. Youmeng looked over and was a charming beauty. When she passed by, she also subconsciously looked at Youmeng, her eyes were slightly shocked, as if she was surprised that a woman who looked pure and elegant like her would come here.

Youmeng looked away with pride, and the woman left on her own.

Youmeng walked outside the room and stood for a while, not knowing whether she should go in. She was afraid that Mrs. Mei would have to finish her work, so she would disturb her if she went in rashly.

"I have been standing outside for so long, but haven't come in yet?" A graceful female voice came out, with a bit of teasing.

Youmeng was stunned for a moment, walked in and saw Xiao Ziyun wearing the gorgeous purple black robe, with gorgeous makeup but not tacky.

Xiao Ziyun put away the set of items that she had just tattooed and put them into the cabinet. Youmeng opened the bead curtain and walked to Xiao Ziyun: "Madam Mei, I'm here today..."

Before he finished speaking, Xiao Ziyun raised her hand and signaled her to save her words: "I know what you are here to do, sit down, I will relieve the gust for you."

Youmeng sat on the couch as he was speaking, and Xiao Ziyun brought some bottles and jars and placed them on the tall wooden table next to her.

She rolled up Youmeng's sleeves, looked at the pink scars, and smiled softly: "Your injuries seem to be recovering well."

Youmeng also thought it was, so she looked at Xiao Ziyun secretly, feeling that she was still kind. She didn't deliberately get along after returning to Fumei Pavilion and changed her makeup. Then she expressed her curiosity: "I saw you tattooing someone just now?"

Xiao Ziyun was a little stuck and laughed at herself and said with accustomed to it: "No surprise, this is one of my skills."

Youmeng thought: "It should hurt my parents' tattoos on their backs, right?"

She took advantage of the situation and remembered the tattoo on Yuan's chest. Although the pattern was a bit weird, it highlighted his mysterious and sexy. Every time she saw the black tattoo rising and falling on his chest, she couldn't help but blush and beating his heart. So she was seduced by him and she also developed a different kind of favor for the tattoo.

Xiao Ziyun saw through her little thoughts and raised her eyebrows: "Are you interested in trying it?"

"No, I'm afraid of pain." This is true. She even started to laugh at herself, "I was scared by fishbone grass in the mountains."

Xiao Ziyun burst out with a smirk. Her warm smile was inconsistent with her coldness, but she laughed like this, which was exactly what she really looked like.

She smiled and looked at Youmeng, quipping: "Why didn't your husband come with you today?"

Youmeng was stunned: "You said the prince?"

Xiao Ziyun looked at her with an extremely strange look: "What? How many men do you have?"

Youmeng's eyes trembled and she looked elsewhere with guilt.
Chapter completed!