"I'm looking out for your safety."

"You don't believe me at all!"

She suddenly asked him to teach her how to shoot, and of course he would think about it.

Jing Jiaren fired two more shots in succession.

Simon Longting covered his chest, his face showed pain, and he was about to plant himself on the ground.

Jing Jiaren was stunned, although this is a fake bullet, it will hurt to hit it at such a close distance. She bit her lower lip hard, grabbed the pistol and was at a loss for a moment, her face looking a little guilty.

Suddenly, she was hugged into his arms.

The man smiled evilly: "Don't worry, it's like you're tickling me, it doesn't hurt at all." ”

"You lied to me?!"

"I want to see you nervous about me." Simon Longting probed her deeply: "Are you worried about me?" ”

"I didn't!"

"Little liar, your worries are all written on your face, and your mouth is hard!"

"I said no!"

"Would you like to take a mirror to show you?"

"I said no!"

Ximen Longting stared at her affectionately: "Don't lie to yourself anymore, you are already tempted by me!" No matter how much you hide, you can't escape my eyes! ”

The crimson pupils seemed to have a liliang that penetrated her thoughts.

Jing Jiaren's heart paused suddenly, like a thief caught red-handed, and began to beat rapidly.

Her mind went blank, and the man's handsome face was pressing down to kiss her.

He wasn't sure of her emotions at all, this woman was clearly standing in front of him, within reach, but he felt that he would never be able to touch her.

She was like a puzzle, confusing his reason and thinking, making him lose his direction, and losing the wisdom and composure that he should have.

She turned him from the pride of the sky into the most ordinary man. A man who longs to be loved.

He forced her to confess that he loved him, and he would only believe it if she said it herself.

Love me. 】

[Jing Jiaren, you must love me! 】

His eyes, his breath, his expression, every cell in his body, and the muscles in his arms were asking her for love.

This kind of domineering and coercive way of asking for it will only scare people into running away.

Jing Jiaren slammed his face away and pushed him hard. He held her brutally, and she poked him in the chest with her elbow.

"Let go of me! Otherwise, you're welcome! ”

"Beauty, I am the only one who loves you the most on this shijie."

"How much does it hurt?" Jing Jiaren slapped her in the struggle and asked, "Does it hurt so much?" ”

Ximen Longting was stunned for three seconds: "Yes." ”

Jing Jiaren kicked him violently: "Does it hurt so much?" ”

Simon Longting: "It hurts more." ”

Jing Jiaren raised his pistol, and the muzzle of the black hole was against his head: "Does it hurt to death?" ”

Simon Longting: "It hurts so badly......"

"Then you will die!" Jing Jiaren pulled the wrench!

Ximen Longting's brain hurt, this blow really tasted the bitterness, rubbing his head.

Jing Jiaren took the opportunity to break away from his embrace, retreated a few steps away, and stared at him vigilantly and vigilantly: "You are playing with me like this, fooling me, and expecting me to care about you and love you?" Oh, Master Simon, it's too late for me to hate you. ”

The word disgust stabbed him in the chest.

"Do you know what is the most basic thing about aiqing? Trust? Jing Jiaren put down the cruel words, "We don't even have the most basic things, so don't insult the word love every day, it's disgusting, okay?" ”

Ximen Longting narrowed his eyes: "How do you want me to trust you?" ”

"Give me a pistol."