M: For Maturity (Mild)
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"Get the fuck away from him," Song Luli said with a slight sob.
Han Ru stood up slowly, holding his hands in the air. "Luli, what are you doing?"
Song Luli let the tears fall down her face. "You did this to him! Now, tell me what's in his system before I seriously jabbed this thing in your neck," she warned him harshly.
"Luli. I don't know what you're talking about," Han Ru said confidently.
"Stop lying," she said to him.
"Luli. We're friends. I could never hurt Long Jie. Believe me," his voice shook with fear, his own eyes welled with tears. He looked at her horrifically. Song Luli clenched her jaw.
She poked at his skin, drawing blood. She then stepped close behind him, taking out the gun from his back strap quickly, aiming at him.
Han Ru gritted his teeth, creasing his brows; sweat trickled down his face. "He won't die," Han Ru replied coldly with a slight shout. "He's just asleep."
