During summer vacation, Shen Du and his friend visited a trendy tattoo parlor where the owner had an outrageously handsome face. Long after, his friend still couldn't stop talking about it. One day, out of the blue, his friend sent him a message: "What do you think tattoo artists do in their free time?" Hours later, Shen Du saw the message—back pressed against the bed, mouth biting the bread offered by the tattoo artist. Deadpan, he typed: "Me."