"From now on, practice shooting here every day." Her tone was icy, carrying a hint of command. "Mm." Chu Lingzhi didn't resist his order. Nangong Yehen glanced at the gun in her hand. "This is specially prepared for you—a silenced gun. No need to cock it; just fire directly." Chu Lingzhi smiled. "Young Master Nangong is so good to me." Nangong Yehen's gaze deepened. "I just don't want you to die." Chu Lingzhi paused her aiming motion, a flicker of complexity passing through her beautiful eyes. Was this his way of showing he couldn't bear to lose her, that he liked her? She slowly turned her head to look at him. She recalled the words of Ouyang Ruobing and Mo Chen—they all said he was especially attentive to her. Was he really that special? Nangong Yehen, being sharp, naturally caught her thoughts from her eyes. "Can't aim? I'll teach you." With that, he set his gun on the ground, stepped forward, and stood beside her. One arm gently rested on her waist, while his other hand grasped her small one. This posture was undeniably intimate. Outside the shooting range, Lin Ling watched with reddened eyes, stomping her feet in frustration. Why wasn't she the one in his arms learning marksmanship? Chu Lingzhi froze, her mind blank for a moment. Was he really teaching her to aim? He was clearly taking advantage of her... "When you fire, your mind and eyes must be sharp, and your movements quick. The moment your eyes lock onto the target, the bullet should be there in the next second." He held her hand, his solid chest pressing close to her body, his low, masculine voice sounding by her ear. Chu Lingzhi's cheeks flushed slightly, her focus wavering. He was tall and straight, with a commanding posture. In her flat shoes, standing in his embrace, her face reached just below his firm chest. He bent slightly, his lips near her ear, and she not only felt his warm breath but also heard his strong, steady heartbeat. The faint scent of tobacco lingered around her nose, and Chu Lingzhi's mind refused to obey her, drifting into wild thoughts. Especially when he spoke—his voice low but not as cold as usual, it was oddly pleasant to hear. Combined with the heat radiating from him, she felt enveloped in warmth, secure and safe. "With that much security, why do I need to practice shooting?" she murmured softly, staring at the large hand holding hers. Nangong Yehen's perfect lips curved into a beautiful smile at her words. The hand on her waist tightened slightly, pulling her closer to his chest. Silly woman, he could protect her, but he couldn't be by her side every moment. Hearing her unintentional remark, he felt as if he'd eaten candy, his mood inexplicably lifting. Yet his mouth refused to say anything kind. "I don't want to drag around a burden. If real danger comes, I won't have time to look after you." The beautiful ripple that had just stirred in her heart was instantly crushed by his words. Chu Lingzhi shot him a big glare. "Don't worry, if danger comes, I'd rather die than let you save me, alright?" He pinched her waist with his fingers. "If your shooting were half as good as your backtalk, you'd be fine. Now get back to practice." "I'm going to hit the bullseye!" Chu Lingzhi said defiantly. Her heart felt heavy, probably because he'd said he didn't want her to be a burden. She'd practice shooting, then run every day. If real danger came, she'd be the first to flee!