As he walked up to her, Gu Chaohan bent down and seized her shoulders.
Then, he forcibly shoved the gun into her hand.
The icy touch made Su Yan feel as if she were standing on the brink of death.
This was the first time she had ever held a real gun; before, he had never let her touch such things.
"Gu Chaohan, what are you doing..." Su Yan tried to pull her hand back, but couldn't overcome his insistence.
No matter how much she struggled, she couldn't withdraw her hand from his grasp, let alone rid herself of that dreadful object.
Gu Chaohan tightened his grip on her hand, as intensely as he loved her.
Su Yan was forced to clench the gun in her hand, unable to escape.
Then, he flipped her hand over, swiftly aiming the muzzle of the gun... at his own left chest.
An accurate angle, without deviation.
