Mu Yin shuddered, but she did not back down.
Indeed, she wished nothing more than to shoot through his heart with a bullet.
Look, and see what that heart was made of, capable of being so cruel and so hypocritical!
Yet, before she even made a move, he began to smirk with a chuckle, a dark glint appearing in his deep eyes as it fell upon her face, his voice ambiguous and husky, "Would you really have the heart?"
He stepped forward, suddenly stretching out his large hand to grasp her smaller one and pushed the gun's muzzle toward his heart, "Weren't you going to give it a try? Come on!"
Mu Yin trembled, her emotions uncontrollably bursting out as she shouted, "Don't push me!"
All she needed to do was to gently press the trigger, and he would be dead.
Wasn't he afraid?
Before today, Mu Yin had wished to kill him and get it over with, but when it came down to it, she hesitated.
