398. Chapter 398 I just want to learn how to shoot
Jing Jiaren was slightly surprised and immediately sat up: "Give it to me now?"
"In a few days," he stroked her hair, "I'll have someone tailor-make a lady's pistol for you."
"Is it the toy gun you gave me just now?"
"This time it's true."
"That doesn't need to be specially made. I just want an ordinary pistol. Give it to me now."
Ximen Longting lowered his eyes and asked: "You are so urgent?"
"You still don't understand - what I want is trust, not a pistol!" Jing Jiaren turned away coldly, "You have never trusted me."
Ximen Longting pulled her cheek: "Even if you really want my life, I will give it to you."
"..."
"I'm not afraid of death. I'm just afraid that if I die, how will you, mother and son, live? So I want to live and take care of you."
Jing Jiaren: "..."
She was originally shocked when she heard the first sentence, but his last sentence immediately made her feel that she had lost her credibility and was just a sweet talk to coax the girl.
"I'm sleepy and want to rest. Don't you have work to do? Go ahead and do it." Jing Jiaren lay back sadly.
What's the use of waiting a few days to give it to her? She'll be gone in a few days...
Ximen Longting pinched her nose: "Didn't you ask me to accompany you today?"
"No need now!"
The morning hadn't even ended yet, and she hadn't learned much about shooting.
Ximen Longting ordered Wilson to pick out a pistol as light as possible from the weapons arsenal.
After a while, Wilson brought the ten selected pistols for Jing Jia to choose from, and she immediately became energetic.
Wilson reminded: "It takes a lot of force to load the gun and pull the gun. The young master is worried that you won't be able to cock it, so the ones he selected for you are all without manual safety."
Jing Jiaren raised an eyebrow: "You mean, it can be used without loading it, right?"
"Yes, but it is easy to accidentally misfire, which is dangerous. Miss Jing, please be careful and don't carry it with you."
"How can a gun go off easily..." Jing Jiaren selected, "Are these real guns?"
Ximen Longting casually picked up a handful and shot, "Bang", the rose on the window sill was immediately hit in the stamen, and the incomplete petals fell...
Jing Jiaren pursed her lower lip, and complex emotions surged in her heart: "Are you really willing to trust me with your life?"
"A gun with five bullets," Ximen Longting curled his lips and stared at her, "I'll give you five chances to kill me."
"..."
"If you can't kill me five times, it must be God's will. Should you fall in love with me?"
"You still think I will kill you, right?"
"I don't know, you are the most heartless and cold-blooded woman in the world..." He twirled a piece of her hair, put it in front of her lips and kissed her.
"Why did you give me the gun if you thought I was going to kill you?"
"To gain your trust."
Jing Jiaren: "..."
He still doesn't believe her, but is he willing to risk death in order to gain her trust?
Jing Jiaren's mind was in a mess: "I want a pistol, just to protect myself... Don't worry, if I want to kill you, I can use a dagger, a kitchen knife, a million ways, not necessarily a pistol."
"Besides a pistol, do you think you can kill me in any other way?"
"Even if it's a pistol, you've already captured it before I even pulled the trigger. Besides, I can't aim it accurately."
"I'll teach you."
"I don't want to kill people," Jing Jiaren picked up a pistol and played with it, "I just want to learn how to shoot feet." Jing Jiaren was slightly surprised and immediately sat up: "Give it to me now?"
"In a few days," he stroked her hair, "I'll have someone tailor-make a lady's pistol for you."
"Is it the toy gun you gave me just now?"
"This time it's true."
"That doesn't need to be specially made. I just want an ordinary pistol. Give it to me now."
Ximen Longting lowered his eyes and asked: "You are so urgent?"
"You still don't understand - what I want is trust, not a pistol!" Jing Jiaren turned away coldly, "You have never trusted me."
Ximen Longting pulled her cheek: "Even if you really want my life, I will give it to you."
"..."
"I'm not afraid of death. I'm just afraid that if I die, how will you, mother and son, live? So I want to live and take care of you."
Jing Jiaren: "..."
She was originally shocked when she heard the first sentence, but his last sentence immediately made her feel that she had lost her credibility and was just a sweet talk to coax the girl.
"I'm sleepy and want to rest. Don't you have work to do? Go ahead and do it." Jing Jiaren lay back sadly.
What's the use of waiting a few days to give it to her? She'll be gone in a few days...
Ximen Longting pinched her nose: "Didn't you ask me to accompany you today?"
"No need now!"
The morning hadn't even ended yet, and she hadn't learned much about shooting.
Ximen Longting ordered Wilson to pick out a pistol as light as possible from the weapons arsenal.
After a while, Wilson brought the ten selected pistols for Jing Jia to choose from, and she immediately became energetic.
Wilson reminded: "It takes a lot of force to load the gun and pull the gun. The young master is worried that you won't be able to cock it, so the ones he selected for you are all without manual safety."
Jing Jiaren raised an eyebrow: "You mean, it can be used without loading it, right?"
"Yes, but it is easy to accidentally misfire, which is dangerous. Miss Jing, please be careful and don't carry it with you."
"How can a gun go off easily..." Jing Jiaren selected, "Are these real guns?"
Ximen Longting casually picked up a handful and shot, "Bang", the rose on the window sill was immediately hit in the stamen, and the incomplete petals fell...
Jing Jiaren pursed her lower lip, and complex emotions surged in her heart: "Are you really willing to trust me with your life?"
"A gun with five bullets," Ximen Longting curled his lips and stared at her, "I'll give you five chances to kill me."
"..."
"If you can't kill me five times, it must be God's will. Should you fall in love with me?"
"You still think I will kill you, right?"
"I don't know, you are the most heartless and cold-blooded woman in the world..." He twirled a piece of her hair, put it in front of her lips and kissed her.
"Why did you give me the gun if you thought I was going to kill you?"
"To gain your trust."
Jing Jiaren: "..."
He still doesn't believe her, but is he willing to risk death in order to gain her trust?
Jing Jiaren's mind was in a mess: "I want a pistol, just to protect myself... Don't worry, if I want to kill you, I can use a dagger, a kitchen knife, a million ways, not necessarily a pistol."
"Besides a pistol, do you think you can kill me in any other way?"
"Even if it's a pistol, you've already captured it before I even pulled the trigger. Besides, I can't aim it accurately."
"I'll teach you."
"I don't want to kill people," Jing Jiaren picked up a pistol and played with it, "I just want to learn how to shoot."