The likelihood of him getting his head blown off increased as time went on, and Qiao Xia could no longer endure such torture.
She couldn't risk even a single shot.
How could she dare to gamble with Mu Liang's life for such a chance?
Mu Liang started counting down again, "Three."
"Two!"
"One!"
"I'll drink," Qiao Xia lost all her strength and cried out in despair, "Please, put down the gun, I'll drink."
Tears streamed down her face; she had once thought that Mu Liang would pamper her for life, love her forever, not bearing to see her shed a single tear, but today she realized that it was Mu Liang who had forced her to cry all the tears she had in her lifetime.
Her heart felt dead and ashen.
Mu Liang, on what basis are you so certain, so forcing me?
Your leverage is nothing more than my affection for you, that's all.
I would rather lose Baby than to have you hurt, to see you whole and healthy.
Why must you force me to make such a choice?
