"Handsome guy, the cartoon pattern on your girlfriend's shirt is our 'doll' here, just hit 20 bullets right on and you can take it home,"
The stall owner was keen on doing business and took out a little yellow duck plush from the box, pitching it to Lin Chuan.
Lin Chuan took a look.
Printed on Shen Qianqian's white T-shirt was a cartoon little yellow duck, identical in design to the one the stall owner held in his hand.
"Boss, we're not..."
Lin Chuan hadn't finished speaking.
Old Wang placed the imitation gun in Lin Chuan's hand: "Qiqi got a Doraemon, see if you can help Officer Shen nab a little yellow duck."
Lin Chuan looked at Shen Qianqian.
Just as a boy can't refuse a gun, it seemed Shen Qianqian had a particular soft spot for the little yellow duck.
At that moment,
she had already picked up the imitation gun, smiling as she said, "Boss, hit all 20 bullets, right?"
The stall owner laughed: "Right."
Shen Qianqian raised the gun, squeezed the trigger.
Pop!
Pop!
Pop!
