Chapter 1

At the class reunion, my doctor friend said my husband came to see him for disinfection yesterday.

"Your husband got a couple's bite mark tattooed on his inner thigh, and it's gotten a bit inflamed."

After saying this, my doctor friend even sent me a photo.

Another friend chimed in enviously:

"I never imagined that after so many years of marriage, you two would still be so in love!"

The wine in my hand immediately spilled all over the floor. I turned around and called my husband to demand answers:

"Your skin is extremely sensitive to allergies. Why did you hide getting a tattoo from me?"

My husband's tone was completely frank:

"I've always wanted to tattoo your name over my heart, so I was testing it out first. Sorry, honey, I didn't mean to worry you."

I looked at that photo again—the woman who went to the hospital with him also had the same bite mark on her thigh.

I asked him coldly with a sneer:

"You want to tattoo my name over your heart. Then whose bite mark is tattooed on your inner thigh?"