Lu Jingjing hesitated to pull the trigger, and Feng Zhe knew she didn't dare.
His confidence confirmed, Feng Zhe, now without a shred of worry, looked at Lu Jingjing with not even the slightest trace of the tenderness he once had.
He lifted his foot and kicked Lu Jingjing hard in the stomach, and with a swift motion, Feng Zhe knocked the gun out of Lu Jingjing's hand.
Her heart in despair, Lu Jingjing collapsed onto the ground, wishing for death. By the time she regained her senses, the gun in Feng Zhe's hand was already pressed against her temple.
Her eyes hollow, Lu Jingjing looked at Feng Zhe and sneered, "Go ahead, shoot. Do you dare?"
Feng Zhe shook his head with a smile, "Why would I ruin my own happy life? Don't worry, I won't shoot."
