Falling in Love with My Ex-boyfriend for the Second Time

During my internship, I happened to be responsible for giving injections and drawing blood during the university physical examination.

I didn't expect that the last person to come for the blood draw would be my ex-boyfriend, Damian Banks.

I screwed up and took his blood three times.

He frowned and said, "How about we get back together so that you can practice on me?"

***

When I picked up the fourth needle and was about to poke it into Damian's arm, he finally grabbed my hand and frowned.

"Ella, how about we get back together so that you can practice on me?"

Hearing that, I felt something weird.

It reminded me of a year ago when I sat in the classroom with Damian and always poked him with needles as practice.

Coming back to my senses, I turned my head, pretended to be calm, and said, "No need. My current boyfriend volunteers to be my guinea pig."

Damian raised an eyebrow and casually glanced at the white coat sleeves I had rolled up.

He pointed at my exposed arm and said, "Your boyfriend doesn't mind you having your ex-boyfriend's name tattooed on your arm?"

How strange. I tattooed it on my biceps, which was not exposed. How did he know I didn't wash it off?

I gritted my teeth and didn't want to admit it. "I've already washed off that unlucky name long ago."

Damian ignored me and casually rolled up his other sleeve, revealing his strong and sexy forearm.

I saw the two letters "EB" on his arm.

A strange feeling suddenly engulfed me.

Damian chuckled and said, "Unlike some people, I've never thought that my ex-girlfriend brings bad luck."

How is this my fault?

I gasped and felt that the man in front of me was pushing his luck.

I inexplicably felt the desire to win. I took off my white coat, revealing my clear biceps, and pointed at the letters "DB" on it.

"Meet my new boyfriend, David Beckham."