In the next moment, Memoria Campbell's paintball gun was already aimed at his face.
Bang!
She didn't hesitate to pull the trigger.
The red paintball shot out of the muzzle, Cold Little Evil tilted his head, the paintball hit the ground beside his head, and the red goo splattered all over Ivana Bennett's face.
Memoria missed her shot, so she moved the gun and fired again.
Cold Little Evil directly kicked her in the calf.
Memoria fell to the ground, and he immediately pounced over, reached out to press her down, and raised his handgun aimed at her forehead.
"Damn girl, playing tricks on me, aren't you afraid I'll crush you to death?!"
"You..." Memoria's face turned crimson as she angrily scolded, "Where are you touching?!"
Ivana looked down, only to see his large hand pressing on one side of her chest, right on... the soft spot.
He hadn't thought much about it before, but now with her reminder, he noticed the unusual touch under his palm.
