"...I didn't say anything." Si Nuanqian slowly turned her head.
"Now it's the family members' turn." Mu Cangkong looked at the relatives with a chuckle, "Who wants to go first?"
"I'll go." Xia Yiwan took a deep breath and stepped forward.
Better to get it over with quickly, otherwise, she'd die of nervousness.
"Relax, don't be nervous." Si Mo, seeing her tense, immediately stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her: "Worst case, I'll cook for them."
"Really?" Xia Yiwan looked up at him with a smile, "What if they don't eat it?"
"I will." Si Mo replied cheerfully.
Hearing this, Xia Yiwan couldn't help but smile, then picked up the gun.
Si Mo, however, didn't let go of her but circled her waist from behind and used his hands to support her arms, helping her find the best balance and angle.
"Okay, hold it there, adjust your breathing," Si Mo said gently, then he took a step back.
Xia Yiwan took several deep breaths, then held her breath, and pulled the trigger.