Li Yin felt a chill in her heart, looking at Nan Mochen with a somewhat confused gaze, "Little President Nan, can you kill someone?"
"Yes." Nan Mochen gritted his teeth.
"Have you ever killed someone?"
Nan Mochen looked into Li Yin's eyes, his dark pupils were unfathomable, obscuring his emotions, "Not yet, but everything has a first time. I'm very much looking forward to who the first ghost under my gun will be."
"I didn't expect you to be this kind of Little President Nan." Li Yin blinked her eyes.
"Are you scared?" Nan Mochen laughed lowly, his young face carried a maturity beyond his years.
Li Yin shook her head, "Not scared. You are a good person, you're only dealing with bad people."
Nan Mochen laughed, the meaning of which was unclear.
He leaned against the window, and Li Yin slightly raised her head, admiring him from a looking-up position.
The two just looked at each other like that, time slipping away second by second through their fingertips.
