Zi Han pretended not to care before walking over to the table his hands caressing the case his fingertips tingling like he was touching the trophy after winning the rugby world cup. So precious and priceless.
He maintained a stern expression as he took out the lower part of the Barrett caliber rifle and placed it on the table. His slender fingers pulled the take down pins his actions obvious. He was going to assemble it.
Yi Zhen what to interrupt him but seeing how fast his hands were moving he was suddenly a little interested. Zi Han took out the top half his heart pounding hard against his chest. If marrying Yi Chen was the first goal in his life then messing with old earth firearms was the second goal. His fingers were almost trembling with excitement.
He pulled the barrel all the way out extending to its limit. After that, he pulled the barrel key back and pushed down on it making sure it was secure.
