"I know! I like you. Because I like you, I want to give myself to you!" Ou Yimo said to him. "If you really don't like me, if you truly hate that I slept with you without your knowledge, then shoot me!"
She understood Zhan Nanjue. He was a very responsible man; he wouldn't just leave her like that. This shot, he couldn't possibly fire it.
But—
Bang!!
Zhan Nanjue suddenly pulled the trigger. Ou Yimo closed her eyes in shock, the bullet grazing past her ear and embedding in the wall behind her.
Ou Yimo gasped in fear, glanced at the wall behind her, and then laughed again.
"Azhan, I knew it, you can't bear to part with me." Ou Yimo smiled and looked at him, taking a step towards him. "You couldn't possibly leave me alone, you like me. Stop deceiving yourself; we are a perfect match made in heaven."
