Gu Nianzhi's heart skipped a beat. She looked at He Zhichu with her big, bright eyes, as if she couldn't understand what He Zhichu was saying.
"... You don't want to?" His breath hot and anxious, He Zhichu pressed on.
Gu Nianzhi held his hand and pushed it away. Her long eyelashes quivered without leaving a trace. "... What's wrong with you? I said I was going to kill him that time, and you said I was daydreaming. Do you really think I have the ability to kill the KGB's Ace of the Far East?"
She had said she was going to kill him in a fit of anger. How could she actually have the ability to do that?
She still had some self-awareness.
His hands in his pockets, He Zhichu stood up straight. He looked down at her and said coldly, "... Of course, I'm not asking you to do it yourself. If you want, we'll get someone to do it for you."
Gu Nianzhi: "..."
