I love you, don't be angry anymore

"Ah! Damn it... I lost!"

Xiang Wenxin was completely baffled by Liu Zhizhong's slick move and started shouting.

Unfortunately, the gun did go off, quite crisply at that, popping several times.

While fiddling with it, Liu Zhizhong complained, "What kind of crap gun is this? It won't even shoot bullets?"

After that, he stuck his finger in the trigger guard, the handgun naturally pointing downward with the silencer facing upwards—a rather picturesque scene—as if he was about to hand it back to Xiang Wenxin.

"Damn it! You scared the hell out of me!" Xiang Wenxin cursed loudly, snatching the gun back and then punching Liu Zhizhong hard in the chest, "What the heck are you playing at? You got a death wish or something?"

"Oh, guns and love are alike, both are lethal!" Liu Zhizhong, rubbing his chest where he'd been hit, instinctively stepped back, "You've got a strong punch, very forceful!"

"Forceful my ass! I don't want to deal with you anymore!"