Tattoo? Simon didn't know Xia You also liked tattoos.
Colorful, various sizes and areas of tattoos were always on his group of friends. However, none of their tattoos were like the butterfly on Xia You's chest. Inside the phosphorescent color, it seemed as if something was struggling, like a person's life was imprisoned within Xia You's body.
The water on Xia You's hair had not been dried, continually dripping onto the floor, her eyes also damp, staring straight at Simon. Simon felt as if someone was strangling him, suffocating. He greedily looked at Xia You, as if wanting to take her all in. The large towel did not hide her beautiful figure. Besides her eyes, Xia You's most beautiful aspect was her figure.
