Qiao Qiao caught it, mimicking the posture she remembered from TV dramas, and looked at Qin Shaonan, "Like this?"
Qin Shaonan's voice was magnetic, "Get on the ground."
Qiao Qiao responded and lay on the ground, her hips were round and perked up.
Qin Shaonan glanced at her, his gaze darkened significantly, and he turned away, "Grip the handle tightly with your right hand, place your index finger on the trigger."
Qiao Qiao made an "oh" sound and took a while to get into position.
Qin Shaonan squatted down, looked at her, and adjusted her arms with a swift and clean movement.
Qiao Qiao felt the strength in his hands and looked at Qin Shaonan.
Qin Shaonan, "Focus on the target, not me."
Qiao Qiao's lips curled up, "Got it, Instructor Qin… husband…"
Realizing he didn't want her to call him Instructor Qin, she quickly added "husband" afterward.
Qin Shaonan did not speak, his thin lips shut like an ice blade.
