The Little Fairy of the literary world works as a Tattoo Artist, so naturally, she must have tattoos.
Let's just say, tattoos are the standard kit for every Tattoo Artist.
However, who knows what her tattoos are really like.
Lin Yuan thought for a moment and said to the Little Fairy of the literary world, "I need to see what your tattoos are."
As soon as these words were spoken, the Little Fairy's pretty face turned red, as if it were a ripe apple.
After a moment of hesitation, she agreed, "Okay!"
"Let's go inside."
"I just need to change clothes!" The Little Fairy said as she headed inside.
The Little Fairy went into the bedroom to change clothes, while Lin Yuan felt too embarrassed to follow and waited outside.
After a short while, the Little Fairy's voice came from the bedroom, "I'm ready, come in!"
Hearing this, Lin Yuan entered the room.
Upon seeing the Little Fairy in the room, Lin Yuan was stunned.
Her tattoo covered her entire back with Princess Iron Fan, dressed in fiery red armor, holding a Treasure Sword in one hand and a Bajiao Fan in the other.
Lin Yuan admitted he was a bit impulsive; this damn strange intrusion made him increasingly anxious.
Since his rebirth, a fire had been repressed in his heart the whole time.
The greater the pressure, the more it needed to be released, otherwise, one's mind would crumble.
Right now, Lin Yuan was like a powder keg, ready to explode at any moment.
As Lin Yuan struggled to suppress the fire in his heart, the Little Fairy unexpectedly threw herself at him.
She suddenly embraced Lin Yuan and said, "Didn't you want me to give myself to you?"
"Right now, this is all I have left, isn't it?"
Lin Yuan stood there, dumbfounded.
Admittedly, the Little Fairy indeed had a charming appearance.
Although not as striking as the vixen at home, her looks deserved a score above ninety at least.
For a moment, Lin Yuan was at a loss.
His relationship with this woman, how to put it?
They certainly didn't share any deep feelings.
Nonetheless, in this bizarre era where survival is uncertain, discussing affection truly seemed laughable.
"Tattoos, navel piercings, definitely a 'good' girl fond of drinking, tattoos, and clubbing!"
"I suppose she's dated many boyfriends.",
"You..."
Lin Yuan lit a cigarette, awkwardly asked.
"Are all you men so quick to judge based on appearances?"
"In your men's eyes, are women dressed like us necessarily not good women?" the Little Fairy retorted indignantly.
Lin Yuan awkwardly smiled, "No, that's not what I meant."
Men are masters of saying one thing and thinking another, and Lin Yuan did feel that women dressed like her didn't seem like good women.
No one's virtuous wives and loving mothers dress like this.
Though he thought so inwardly, he certainly wouldn't say it.
Given the situation, he would resort to embellishing his words.
Then, almost as if something had dawned on him, Lin Yuan asked, "By the way, what's your name?"
This was genuinely absurd.
However, this strange era of intrusion was absurd enough.
In an absurd era, absurd things happening was only natural.
The Little Fairy rolled her eyes at Lin Yuan, responding testily, "Wen Yingying."
Regarding Lin Yuan, despite not having any particular fondness, she didn't dislike him either.
How to put it, their acquaintance was brief, having only met twice.
Sometimes, not everything revolves around feelings.
Yesterday, after witnessing her father being devoured by the Funeral Crow, only fear remained in her heart.
Coupled with the despair of being trapped in a well, rescued by Lin Yuan afterward.
Lin Yuan was her savior, plus he was capable, able to protect her.
In a world where safety wasn't guaranteed, these reasons were enough for her to offer herself.
Moreover, as long as there's no dislike, feelings can be accumulated.
Even in peaceful times, hasn't there been instances where two strangers would have a blind date and soon marry swiftly?
Furthermore, in this strange era of intrusion, emotions were almost a luxury.
Wen Yingying watched Lin Yuan, half reclined on the bed, smoking, and asked, "Are you coming back?"
Lin Yuan: "??????"
Lin Yuan pondered and said, "Forget it! We'll have time in the future."
After Lin Yuan declined the invitation to revisit, Wen Yingying began cleaning the car, organizing the interior, and then covering it with a car cover.
Ten minutes later.
Dressed in tight jeans, a knitted sweater, and small white shoes, Wen Yingying approached the mirror, holding a pair of scissors.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she cut away her plait, leaving behind a short haircut.
Looking at the cut-off hair, Wen Yingying said, "This braid was crafted by my dad when he was alive."
"You could've kept it!" Lin Yuan commented, taking a puff from his cigarette.
"I enjoy watching series, often disaster-themed. In those disaster films, such hair becomes troublesome."
"As for clothes, it's a pity I don't have any sports attire, which could be bothersome."
"Who knows if they're still available?" Wen Yingying remarked.
Lin Yuan suddenly realized that although Wen Yingying was young, she wasn't merely a pretty vase!
She had tattoos and a resolute spirit.
Her determination was evident from her recently cutting her hair short.
Knowing it was one of the few mementos left by her father.
Despite understanding her own strength, she was not solely dependent on her body, nor pleading for a protector.
"This girl, she's got potential!" Lin Yuan thought.
With a strong tattoo presence and a determined spirit, nurturing her well she could be a great help.
"The issue of clothes can be easily solved; now things can be acquired for free."
"Not just clothing!" Lin Yuan remarked, discarding the cigarette butt.
Standing before the mirror, Wen Yingying rolled her eyes at him, and retorted, "Scoundrel."