His words were cold and to the point—it was nothing as romantic as she had envisioned. Skylar scolded herself for being so petty. Tobias was treating it like a chore instead of messaging her willingly. Did he feel forced into it by me somehow?
Skylar replied: Can I ask why you’re in Thailand, by the way? For in-vitro fertilization? Getting sex reassignment surgery done?
Her fingers flew across the keyboard as she typed frantically. She wanted to find a common topic of interest with him. Truth be told, it was rather pressurizing to have a conversation with a man that was ten years older than her—she couldn’t think of what to say at all.
Should she be like those university couples and send him lovey dovey messages? No, that was way too cheesy.
Tobias replied immediately: I don’t need that. Besides, I have no wish of becoming a woman. I’m here for a tattoo.
Skylar rolled around in bed excitedly. She didn’t feel tired anymore.
She couldn’t help but associate tattoos with backstreet gangsters, who covered their entire bodies with skulls and other morbid images. This was the complete opposite of Tobias’s vibe—he was mature and civilized. Since it was quite improbable that he would have gangster friends, how did he ever think of getting a tattoo?
A sudden realization dawned on her. Had Tobias decided to get a tattoo of her name to prove his love for her? However, this sort of idea was quite preposterous. Skylar was not one of those girls who lost all sense of logic the moment they got into a relationship.
However, although she tried to hold herself back, her fingers were very honest.
She replied: What tattoo did you get? You don’t have to do that for me…
The chat window showed that he was typing a reply. However, it disappeared after a short while.
Skylar held onto her phone tightly, looking at the screen without blinking. However, Tobias didn’t reply for another thirty minutes. Had her words baffled him?
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