Jia felt awed at the large shooting arena where Mingshen took her next. People who were fond of firearms were able to target practice as much as they wanted here.
The firearms were ticulously maintained high-end models, ranging from classic revolvers to the latest semi-automatic pistols, each housed in individual, velvet-lined cases. Guests could select guns based on their preferences, each equipped with custom grips for better control.
The targets, positioned at varying distances, were displayed on large, retractable fras. So were traditional bullseye targets, marked with clear concentric circles for precision shooting, while others were shaped like human silhouettes for more advanced tactical training.
Jia stared at the human silhouettes and a sneer ford on her lips. Suddenly, Mingshen felt a shiver tingle at the back of his neck.
"Spicy, my instinct feels a very violent urge erupting from you."
"You know so well. So you brought here to spoil the birthday girl, right?"
He sincerely nodded.
"Good," she cracked her knuckles, "because now I am finally getting in the zone to act spoiled."
She called the attendant to her side and whispered sothing in his ear.
"R-right now?"
"Yes. Don’t worry. Dr. Yang’s shiny black card is here to cover all the charges. I will wait."
The attendant was very confused about her request but still went ahead in executing it anyway.
Mingshen hopped to her side and asked, "What did you ask? What did you ask?"
She looked at him and the kiss flashed in her mind like glaring signals once again. The tongue kiss part was especially very descriptive in her imagination. She zapped her head to the other side, her heart still aggrieved.
"Just wait and watch!"
So twenty minutes later, two attendants returned to the shooting arena and brought a life-sized poster with them. They shed the curtain off it.
Mingshen - "..."
"Spicy, the real, breathing Dr. Yang Mingshen is right beside you, so why do you need my lifeless but still handso poster?"
Jia said to the attendants. "This is perfect! Can you please paste this poster on that target?"
"..."
The large poster which they brought seed to very mysteriously exactly fit the human target’s dinsions. Imaginary flowers blood around her head.
"Thank you so much. This was just what I needed!"
When the attendants left in a dumbfounded state, Jia rrily hopped at the guns selection area and chose the Desert Eagle for herself. It was a high-caliber, visually imposing handgun, precisely suiting Jia’s powerful and no-nonsense attitude.
Mingshen walked to her, aggrieved. "Spicy, I feel hurt! Did we not share such a passionate kiss, all hot and dripping in the pool? How could you use as target practice now? Aren’t we super duper close now?" He sniffled dramatically.
Jia glared at him. "That is precisely why I am doing this, idiot! If I cannot kill you in real life, then I should at least get the satisfaction of killing your God damn narcissistic poster! So stand aside and don’t bother the birthday girl."
She then sneered. "How does it feel to get killed with your own money?"
"Very sexy~" Mingshen grinned with a naughty light in his eyes. "As long as it’s Spicy killing ~"
Jia ignored his existence and put on the shooting earmuffs. She took her stance behind the marked line and aid her Desert Eagle’s aim at Mingshen’s poster.
"Hmmm, there is no fun in killing you in just one shot. There should be torture and pain and tears. Which body part would you prefer sacrificing first, Dr. Yang?"
Mingshen arched his brow and simply chuckled. He stood by her side, enjoying her shooting practice. Her eyes glowed with a competitive light and spirit.
Jia gave it a thought and pressed the trigger, giving a final touch to her aim. A clean bullet hole was ford on the target’s right hand.
"Ouch!" Mingshen gave the vocal effects from the background.
Jia looked back at him and jeered. "Wasn’t it that hand which pulled into the pool and felt all up from my waist to my legs? Good riddance~"
"A doctor’s hands are their lifeline, Spicy. How cruel," he pouted.
"I rather think I killed a pervert’s hand," she snorted.
She focused back on her aim and decided which part to shoot next. She found it and emptied several bullets in the chest without a second thought.
"..."
"Are you that jealous of my toned body, Spicy?" He tilted his head, puzzled.
"This is what you get for feeling up my breasts against your chest, idiot!"
"They were very soft and plump~ You can kill my chest but those bare feelings with which they jiggled and pressed against mine will still be very much alive in my imagination. mories are a wonderful thing, you know~" he winked.
"..."
Can I point this gun at the real version here?
Jia turned back and took her aim for the third. This ti, she was absolutely sure of what to target next, which was Mingshen’s mouth.
She sneered.
The mouth that always spews nonsense! I will get rid of it once and for all today!
She aid the gun’s nozzle at the poster’s mouth. Her gaze fell at his lips and she froze. She blinked rapidly and her face turned beet red with the kiss once again invading her mind. She shook her head to shake away that mory but it ca to her again when she stared at his mouth.
She swallowed a gulp, suddenly feeling as if the sensation was very much alive on her lips and tongue. Her heart sped faster, imagining his tongue freely roaming in her mouth.
Ughhhh, focus!
She took her stance albeit her hands trembling a little.
"Why do you seem to hesitate, Spicy?"
His low, deep voice whispered in her ears, making her freeze. Her breath was stuck in her throat. She didn’t even realize when Mingshen towered behind her, his face just beside her cheek and his lips threateningly too close to her ear where he had already taken off her earmuffs. His warm breath blew into it, stiffening her.
"Are you sure you want to take that aim, Spicy?" He whispered in an even huskier tone.
She gritted her teeth. "Th-That’s the main culprit...!"
A villainous chuckle escaped from him and Jia felt an impending doom.
He pressed the tip of his index finger on her chest, "Your heart is the first culprit here that wanted it and then..."
Without losing contact, he grazed that sa finger upwards along the curve of her neck that reached her chin and which eventually settled on her lips. Jia stood extrely still.
"It’s your lips that reacted to your desire. I am completely innocent here."
She held her breath while her brow twitched.
"So," he stretched his left arm and pressed his hand on Jia’s hand, lowering the gun, "Don’t take that aim, Jia."
Her ears buzzed a little, hearing him addressing her by her na.
"Or else..." Pressing his thumb under her chin, he turned her head to face him with a seductive, mischievous glint in his eyes, "how will you embrace your true self again?"
"W-What true self?" she stuttered.
"This~"
He chuckled and bent to capture her lips in a firm and unyielding kiss, making her lose her brain cells for the second ti in the day.
"..."
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