Upon receiving the call, Su Ziheng was energized. He had been discussing work, but now he had no interest in continuing the conversation and his mind was completely on Song Anran.
For a woman as ambitious as Song Anran to take the initiative to invite someone out is already a miracle.
When they arrived at the hotel suite that Song Anran had booked, they were panting heavily.
A thin layer of sweat appeared on his body, running down his forehead.
At this moment, Song Anran seemed to be waiting for him, holding a glass of decanted red wine in her hand, reclining on a chaise lounge, wearing only a white bathrobe.
A pair of slender, white legs dangled casually on the chair, alluring and captivating.
Su Ziheng's Adam's apple bobbed slightly. He casually locked the door behind him and walked towards her step by step.
"Why did you summon me so late? Is there anything you need?" Su Ziheng stood behind her and gently kneaded her shoulders with both hands.
Song Anran pulled his hand away, her eyes still cold.
Su Ziheng still couldn't figure out what she was thinking.
"Su Ziheng, how about we play a game?" Song Anran put down her wine glass, took off her shoes, and stepped onto the fluffy carpet.
Su Ziheng's gaze followed her the whole way. "What game? Tell me about it."
He turned around, bent down, took out a pair of cotton slippers from the shoe cabinet, and bent down to put them on Song Anran: "Don't catch a cold."
Song Anran remained unmoved by his thoughtfulness.
A man's kindness towards you can be faked and can also change.
This is the cheapest thing.
She never needed these things.
He found a heavy, black object under the bed.
She then threw herself into Su Ziheng's arms.
Su Ziheng took the gun, his dark pupils widening suddenly. "Is this real?"
He wasn't unfamiliar with the Su family's bodyguard team; they were all equipped with their own guns, so he could recognize it at a glance.
Song Anran raised an eyebrow: "You do have some knowledge. This gun is an antique. It has a round magazine that can hold six bullets, but there is only one in this gun."
"so what?"
“Let’s play this game. Each of us will shoot ourselves in the heart once. Whoever gets hit first, the game ends. How about it, dare to play with me?” Song Anran looked him up and down with a half-smile.
Su Ziheng thought he was crazy enough.
I never expected that the woman in front of me would be even crazier than I am.
This isn't playing a game; this is risking your life.
Su Ziheng clenched his fingers, trying his best to remain calm.
If he chickens out and turns around and leaves this apartment, he'll probably never be able to hold his head high again and pursue her.
This was a test for him.
Then he'll play along with her.
"Play." Su Ziheng picked up the gun, skillfully cocked it, and then aimed it at his heart.
"I haven't explained the rules of the game yet. Ladies first, first shot." Song Anran took the gun from him and played with it in her hand.
Su Ziheng held his breath, stared at the muzzle of her gun, and swallowed hard: "If you die, I won't be charged with murder, will I?"
"Of course not, this is a no-liability statement. We all sign and press our fingerprints, and if one of us dies, it is a voluntary act and has nothing to do with the other party."
Song Anran handed the printed written statement to Su Ziheng for signature.
The two people signed their names and pressed their fingerprints.
Su Ziheng still found it unbelievable: "What triggered you? Why would you play this suicide game for no reason?"
"It's just because I'm bored. Alright, the game can begin."
Song Anran tossed the signed statement aside and pointed the gun at her heart.
Su Ziheng's heart jumped into his throat instantly.
Click—
A hollow sound.
Fortunately, there were no bullets in that shot.
The pistol returned to Su Ziheng's hand. He reloaded it, pointed it at his heart, and fired a clean shot.
He wasn't afraid of death; he often played these thrilling and exciting games abroad.
Wingsuit flying, skydiving in the Grand Canyon, and flying a helicopter alone across half a continent.
He is wild and free-spirited.
The second shot also failed to fire.
The third and fourth shots failed.
When it was the fifth shot's turn, the pistol was back in Song Anran's hands.
When she pulled the trigger, Song Anran appeared incredibly calm.
Su Ziheng almost intervened.
He was even a little afraid that something might happen to her.
"How about we stop playing?"
Song Anran smiled and said, "President Su, we must abide by the rules of the game. Once the game starts, there's no reason to end it early."
After a moment of silence.
Su Ziheng's nerves snapped instantly.
The fact that Song Anran's fifth bullet didn't detonate means that the sixth one will definitely detonate.
If he continues playing, he will definitely die.
Su Ziheng then realized he had been fooled: "You knew there would be a bullet on the sixth try, so you rushed to be the first one? Song Anran, do you really want me dead?"
Song Anran raised her head, hooked her arms around his bow tie, and pulled him closer: "Then would you dare to die for me?"
"We've only known each other for a few days, and you're already testing how important you are to me? Miss Song, you must be joking. Even if I said I'd be willing to die for you, you wouldn't believe me, would you?"
Su Ziheng is clear-headed and rational.
It is precisely within this madness that there is also a touch of normal human rationality.
This made Song Anran feel even more admiring: "President Su, just tell me, are you still going to play or not? If you're not going to play, just turn right after you leave and go into the elevator."
"I'll play. I'd like to see if Miss Song dares to take my life." Su Ziheng bit his lip, took the pistol, cocked it deftly, and quickly fired the last shot into his heart.
However, he was still careful and the muzzle of the gun deviated from his heart by a few centimeters.
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