Yin Mo froze for a moment, somewhat panicked as she pressed the trigger safety, "What are you doing?"
He Chen forced her to press the gun muzzle against his chest, yet his handsome face remained utterly calm, "Baby, my life is in your hands, trust me or not, you can see for yourself."
"No need..." Yin Mo snatched the gun from his hand, and deftly disassembled the magazine, "I trust you."
They were both seasoned with guns, able to feel from the weight whether there were bullets inside or not.
He Chen's gun had a full magazine; he really wasn't joking.
Yin Mo lowered her head, silent for a long time. She somewhat hated her current self, increasingly unable to control her emotions in front of He Chen, always thinking wildly.
At this moment, He Chen cradled her face, his index finger caressing the line of her jaw, "Baby, what did she say to you? Hm?"
He knew Yin Mo very well. If it weren't for someone saying something, she wouldn't have such a big emotional fluctuation suddenly.
