During their conversation, the two arrived at the shooting range.

Compared to a proper shooting range, Jing Li is more familiar with outdoor target practice.

"When there are modified or newly manufactured gadgets, I'll come here to do a simple test and have some fun."

Fei Mo explained.

Jing Li nodded, walked to one of the shooting positions, quickly put on noise-canceling headphones, lightly touched the table with her fingers, and deftly selected a pistol to begin assembling.

He then walked to the firing position, held the gun with one hand, and began to aim.

Before she could pull the trigger, Fei Mo slowly walked forward and pulled her into his arms.

"Honey, do you remember the first time we practiced in the shooting range?"

With an ambiguous smile, his thin lips brushed against Jing Li's earlobe, his hot breath spraying all over her sensitive ear.

"What, worried about the gun accidentally going off!"

Jing Li shrank back slightly and giggled.

"Hmm...it's about to go off..."

Fei Mo's words had a double meaning, and he chuckled softly.

Jingli, "..."

"Stay away from me!"

She squirmed in his arms, trying to break free from the hold of his large hands.

Her waist was a sensitive spot, and having it held like that made her a little restless...

"Shall we reminisce about what happened back then?"

With a soft laugh, Fei Mo gently bit her earlobe.

Jing Li's body went limp, and she fell into his arms.

"That was our first shooting practice session. Do you remember? After firing a hundred rounds, your hands were shaking the whole time as you held the gun, and you only hit the target ten times..."

"Hey, hey, that's enough! A true hero doesn't dwell on past glories!"

Jing Li's face darkened.

He was talking about something that happened when they were 15 years old.

At that time, the Si family and the Jing family were considered old friends. They grew up together, studied together, and practiced together.

As a family with a long history in organized crime, there's no reason why they wouldn't learn how to use guns.

Fei Mo was referring to their first practice session at the shooting range after their theory class.

At that time, she had only been training for a short time, and she could barely hold a gun with either hand, let alone one.

Although it was Si Fei's first time holding a gun, she seemed to be born for it. Although she also held the gun with both hands, her accuracy was much higher than Si Fei's.

She was very competitive when she was little. She was furious because she was not as good as him, and she would secretly go back to the shooting room to practice after class.

Little did she know that Si Fei had already figured out her little scheme and was waiting in the shooting range to ambush her.

She has such great skills now because of his teaching.

"Back then, I stood behind you like this, teaching you how to hold a gun, how to aim, and how to control recoil..."

As Fei Mo spoke, her hands began to wander.

"Fei Mo!"

She became a little anxious after realizing what he wanted to do.

"You know... back then, I wanted to do this to you. And after that day, you became the object of my dreams. We were in the shooting range..."

Noticing the woman in front of him go limp, Fei Mo's lips curled up slightly, his voice rising at the end, like a small hook swaying with a fishing line, shimmering in the water, luring this little mermaid to take the bait and willingly submit.

The ending is predictable.

Jing Li was unable to raise the gun again.

By the time the two finished fooling around and returned to the factory, it was already past 7:30 in the afternoon.

Hearing footsteps, the two opened the dormitory door and saw Princess Fei Mo carrying the drowsy Jing Li as she walked in.

"Holy crap, bro, are you guys going to shoot guns or do a 10km weightlifting run?!"

Heng Yan couldn't help but complain.

Fei Mo gave a lewd smile and glanced meaningfully at Jing Li in his arms.

The two of them were speechless.

You're way more sassy than me!