The brilliant sunlight cast a warm, golden glow, tracing the boy's delicate profile.
Yet, his beautiful pink eyes held not a trace of warmth.
They were cold and sinister, flickering with intense killing intent.
Across from him, Ye Linyuan was lounging casually, utterly unfazed by the threat. "You're welcome to try," he said languidly.
Gu Nian sneered. "You think I don't have the guts?"
One hand went to his waist. From beneath a pristine white shirt that smelled faintly of gardenia-scented laundry detergent, he drew a pitch-black gun and pressed it to Ye Linyuan's forehead.
Ye Linyuan didn't even shift his posture. With one hand resting on his knee, an emotion that could only be described as boredom flickered in his golden, vertical pupils.
Gu Nian smirked, pressing the muzzle harder against him, his finger resting on the trigger.
Just as his finger began to squeeze, he suddenly heard a girl's muffled voice from the bathroom. "Gu Nian?"
