"Death is an easy punishment for him, Yuyan," a familiar voice interrupted, making her turn her head toward the door. Jared opened his eyes as well.
"What are you doing here instead of resting?" she asked, clearly displeased.
"I seemed to have missed you," Lu Lijun replied as he walked toward the sofa where she sat, his entire focus on her.
"I was about to end it in a minute and return to you immediately," she said, only for him to extend his hand toward her. "Give it to me."
"I'm not done playing with it yet," she countered, keeping the gun close and glancing at Jared. "See, his forehead is still clean as white marble, while yours is bandaged."
Lu Lijun chuckled at how cute she looked even in her bossy mode. "I'll let you blow his brain entirely, but first, let him experience what it truly feels like to want to die—and then regret ever crossing paths with us."
"You have a plan?" she asked, raising a brow.
