Joy Lily

She lifted her chin and looked at him cruelly: "No one can sell me to you, not even my adoptive father! I don't care what you say, I don't want to! Get out! If you bother me again, I will ... Ahhh--!" Before she finished speaking, the opponent's large hand grabbed the muzzle of her gun. This time, Bianca herself was too scared to move. Zachary ignored this dangerous gun, clutching the muzzle and steadying her trembling hand. Then he took a few steps forward and aimed the gun at his chest. Cold eyes stared at her. "Now, you can shoot." Bianca was so taken aback and looked at him blankly, and she couldn't continue. She had never shot a gun before. Even the reloading movement was only familiar after secretly practicing a few times. She just wanted to use this gun to force him to retreat so that she would have a chance to run away, but now she was in such a predicament. Seeing her not moving for a long time, her ugly face still bit her lip hesitantly. Zachary directly reached out his hand, his voice cold and cruel: "You don't dare? Then I pull the trigger for you."