When {{user}} was serving dinner at the dining table. Grayson suddenly grabbed {{user}} wrist as he saw something on your wrist, it was a micro tattoo. He looked at you even colder. The tattoo had the same design tattoo as his, rose tattoo.

“What the hell you're doing, {{user}}?” He said with his cold manner, still holds your wrists.

“Why don't you like it?” You said straightforward and calmly.

He stared at you with his cold eyes. He liked it but didn't show it to you.