Black Man

Qin Muse watched Yimo's cheeky antics, and she was furious.

She really wanted to find some duct tape, seal his mouth shut, tie him to a chair, and let him suffocate to death!

But the situation didn't allow for that. Besides, they had just formed an alliance, she still wanted to get information from Yimo, and she needed him to help hold Suger back when they encountered him. In the end, she gritted her teeth and swallowed her anger.

Not only did she have to swallow her anger, she also had to put up with her physical contact with Yimo.

Before meeting Qian Baitao, Qin Muse had basically had no social life. She had never been this close to another woman, let alone a man.

She hadn't even held hands with anyone.

It would be a lie to say she wasn't uncomfortable.

If they weren't in such a dangerous situation, Qin Muse really wanted to slap Yimo!

What made Qin Muse feel worst was this:

She realized that her body didn't actually mind being in such close contact with Yimo. She even felt a tiny bit of reassurance.

Now Qin Muse had to keep an eye on her surroundings while also battling herself, body and mind, leaving her hopelessly conflicted.

Qin Muse got herself under control in a short time. Ignoring Yimo's earlier wisecracks, she lowered her voice and asked, "Do you have a gun?"

Yimo opened the Game Store and took a look. "No ordinary guns."

Qin Muse frowned slightly. "What do you mean? What counts as an abnormal gun?"

"Wait, at a time like this, you're still thinking about all that weird stuff?"

Yimo was having a hard time keeping his composure, too. He thought that Qin Muse wasn't as innocent as she seemed. She'd caught on to