Ran Xiangsi's words greatly provoked Fu Jingxuan.
For so many years, he had silently loved her, never truly possessing her, or rather, not for a single moment had she belonged to him.
In Fu Jingxuan's mind, this sense of belonging was somewhat extreme. He wanted to control her, even if it was just once!
So, in the next second, without any hesitation, he pulled out his handgun from his waist and pointed it directly at Ran Xiangsi's forehead.
"I told you to stop!" he growled through gritted teeth, his tone exceedingly violent!
He must make her submit to him!
Or perhaps, it was a distorted form of self-expression... he had never truly existed in her eyes.
Ran Xiangsi was stunned. She never expected Fu Jingxuan to have a gun?
And moreover, the gun was pointed right at her.
For someone who was just tenderly confessing their love to her, to pull out a handgun in the blink of an eye, Ran Xiangsi found it utterly frustrating.
