For quite some time, Su Ruanruan barely squeezed out a few words: "Bao Jingyan, you're sick."
Bao Jingyan cooed at her in a low voice: "How about Miss Su keeps this sick man company?"
Su Ruanruan hesitated.
Bao Jingyan had already had someone bring over a gun, compact and exquisite.
Clearly, it was ready for use.
Su Ruanruan took it, caressing it carefully, before asking him: "Have you given up pretending, resigned to your fate?"
Bao Jingyan raised the gun.
It was a perfect ten.
Even though Su Ruanruan was angry, she couldn't help but admire him.
Toyed with the object in her hands, she asked softly, "How do you use this?"
Bao Jingyan watched her, his gaze somewhat fervent.
Her delicate little hands holding that shiny black object inexplicably excited him.
He pulled her into his arms, teaching her hand by hand.
Su Ruanruan was clever and got the hang of it quickly.
Bao Jingyan put headphones on her and sat down on a lounge chair to rest.
Above his head, a sun umbrella.
