Feeling Lin Yi's restlessness, Ying Yi was instantly somewhat at a loss.
At this moment, in front of the small Emperor, Lin Yi made such a request, wasn't he afraid that the small Emperor would be angry?
Ying Yi's face flushed, "Sir, could you please wait for me in the carriage."
Lin Yi, who was busy looking for shooting targets, thought Ying Yi had already taken off the soft armor for him, but unexpectedly he was met with these words.
When he turned around and saw Ying Yi's appearance, it was like a water lily on the verge of bloom, waiting to be picked.
Knowing that the girl had overthought again, Lin Yi placed his handgun in Ying Yi's hand.
"My Ying Yi wifey, to practice gunnery well, it's not done in the carriage, cough cough, the gunnery in the carriage, only I can practice."
"You give me the soft armor, I have great use for it."
Realizing she had misunderstood, Ying Yi was immensely embarrassed and wished she could burrow into a hole in the ground.
