But for him, a handgun was just an ordinary, ubiquitous item...
Tong Ran's eyes were glued to the finely crafted gun in his hand, unable to imagine how such a small thing could instantly snuff out a life...
Just the thought made her break out in a sweat all over.
She wasn't unfamiliar with firearms; during her time with Mo Nanjue, she had experienced several life-and-death situations, but this was her first actual contact with a gun.
"Don't just stand there, come here,"
The man expertly loaded bullets into the handgun and only after chambering a round did he extend it to her, "Come on, give it a try."
"I... I don't want to," Tong Ran's voice caught in her throat, she didn't reach out to take it, instead, she took a step back, "Mo Nanjue, what does it feel like to shoot someone with this?"
"It's addicting," Mo Nanjue knew she was scared and simply pulled her over, lightly licking her delicate earlobe, "Just like making love to you, it's addicting."
"Mo Nanjue, you're sick—"
