Dinaia ran to Ryan, and under the latter wide eyes, she sat on his lap. She took the handgun on the table and pointed it at the target a dozen meters away. Then, with her excitement finally finding an outlet, she pressed on the trigger, not once, nor twice, but many times.
*Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click*
That was not the sound she had been expecting. She froze, and turned the gun in her hand to inspect it, moving restlessly on her seat as she complained almost coquettishly:
"Ryan~, it's not working. Didn't you say you have checked it already? Have you done something to it?"
Dinaia had all her attention on the tool in her hand. As for the red-haired man, he was embarrassed, not only by Dinaia's recklessness, but also by the round butt moving restlessly on his lap.