"..."
"Why don't you just shoot already?" Wang Xiao asked, his voice tinged with amusement as he took a step closer.
Freya, however, hesitated, her finger hovering nervously over the trigger.
'Shoot? Kill someone?' Freya's stomach churned at the thought.
She hadn't even hurt anyone in real life, let alone killed them.
Most of her life was spent behind a computer screen, safe in the world of firewalls and digital codes. The idea of actually taking a life made her bit her crimson lips unconsciously, her slender fingers holding the gun trembling in hesitation.
Wang Xiao couldn't help but smirk as he sized her up. The fiery red hair she'd inherited from her mother stood out, and while she was still maturing, her figure promised the same voluptuous curves.
His eyes trailed down her slender legs, straight and graceful, and he imagined her waist would be soft and delicate to hold.