C57 Library Boy

As if in a fit of madness, Tian pulled me into the bathroom, turned on the faucet and rinsed my wrists under the water, chattering like a lunatic possessed.

She rubbed my wrist so hard it hurt.

"Why not? "Why can't you wash it off?" Tian Long yelled in disbelief as he squeezed the bottle of solution onto my wrist. He rubbed off the ink on my wrist, but the tattoo didn't budge an inch