Lin Yifan had never even touched her hand, how could he touch another woman?
After adjusting the shooting stance and aiming at the small red ball, Lin Yifan walked away.
With his years of experience aiming guns, he felt that as long as An Qi didn't move too much, she would definitely be able to hit a small red ball.
However, life doesn't always go as you wish; the moment he walked away, An Qi's body swayed slightly, causing the muzzle to deviate.
But it seemed that An Qi didn't realize the problem because, through the scope, she could see the small red ball and thought the muzzle hadn't shifted.
Lin Yifan saw An Qi shift her body; however, just as he was about to correct it, An Qi fired.
"Bang!"
As a result, the small red ball wasn't hit.
"Big pervert! Why didn't it hit? Are you really a sharpshooter or not?" An Qi was a bit furious.
Shooting was about saving her face, and now that she hadn't hit the target, she was bound to be mocked by the woman in red.
