Fortunately, he was thinking, he was wearing gloves.

Seeing that he didn't answer, He Yunting tentatively walked over, and the distance between the two finally closed.

Lin Han usually doesn't like others to get too close to him, let alone such an alpha with absolute oppressive power. But now, surprisingly, he doesn't reject it too obviously.

He Yunting stretched out his left hand and placed it on Lin Han's white glove.

"Hold on tight." He said in a deep voice.

Lin Han reluctantly calmed down, listened to what He Yunting said again, and took a deep breath.

"Don't be afraid, follow the movements of my hands."

"Concentrate."

"Bang--!"

There was a loud noise, and Lin Han was confused. When he came back to his senses, he saw the exact bullet hole in the center of the circle.

"Continue." He Yunting did not let go of his hand.

Lin Han's mind was slightly confused and he wanted to try to keep up with the opponent's rhythm.

Suddenly, I smelled a very faint scent of oud.

It was so indifferent that if he hadn't been distracted, he wouldn't have noticed it.

But He Yunting's expression was still serious, and Lin Han felt that he was thinking too much.

He tried to regain his composure and fired again.

Even if it is a micro gun, it is still a bit tiring for a novice after practicing for a while.

When the two of them were resting, Lin Han put down his gun and walked up to He Yunting, who had been two steps away from him since the training ended.

"General." There was some sweat on Lin Han's forehead. Before he could catch his breath, he took a breath and said to He Yunting, "Thank you."

The expression on He Yunting's face fluctuated slightly.

Soon, he spoke.

"Lin Han." Every time He Yunting calls his name, the last syllable that escapes from his throat is always only half pronounced. It is concise and short, with a low sexy tone, as if he is born with a bewitching muteness, "You

You don’t need to call me ‘you’ when you call me from now on.”
Chapter completed!