After calming down, we got into bed. Fu Zhimei embraced me. I lay on Fu Zhimei's right chest. My fingers touched the place where his tattoo was.

"Does it hurt? Should it hurt?

Although there is no tattoo, but the television has seen, people tattoos are clenched teeth, or biting a towel, or crying father and mother curse, do not know what kind of situation Fu Zhiyu belongs to.

"Pain, but it's not painful. Without your child's pain, I'd like to try that kind of instrument for men to experience the pain of childbirth another day."

"Fu Zhiyue, are you serious?" I can't believe that Fu Zhimei has this idea,...