His strong shoulders were half hidden in the dark, like a mighty dark emperor that people would want to worship. It looked like he was angry.
Mm…
An'an walked over and grabbed his shirt sleeve with her soft hands. She tugged on it gently. "I'm here, so why aren't you speaking?"
Lu Yan looked sideways at her, his deep brown gaze landing on her face. His low voice was dark and unhappy. "Have you learnt your lesson?"
An'an knew what he was saying, and explained, "That bullet wouldn't have hit my heart, but my bullet would've hit his head. Once Tiantian was no longer in danger, even if the team leader and everyone else wasn't here, I could have dealt with the other underlings."
"But that's on the premise that you would have gotten shot, and maybe even several times? Gu An'an, your skills have really grown. Do you no longer treasure your life anymore?" Lu Yan interrupted her.
