"Yes. Raise your hand a bit and aim for the red heart in the middle."
Li Qingcang stood behind Ye Tianxin and completely ignored the two people who were arguing next to him. He taught Ye Tianxin how to learn to aim.
"Are you aiming?"
"Yes."
"Pull the trigger."
Bang! The gun sounded as the trigger was pulled. Ye Tianxin felt a strong vibration from the pistol in her hand. It was as if a hammer had struck the gun in her hand in a split second.
There was a tingling sensation in her palm.
She knew that the gun had recoil, but she didn't expect it to be so abrupt and so defenseless.
"Does your hand hurt?" Li Qingcang asked with concern.
"It hurts a bit." Ye Tianxin opened her palm to show Li Qingcang.
Li Qingcang lowered his head and gently blew onto Ye Tianxin's palm.
