"The sniper rifle's ammo capacity is relatively small, this one holds only seven rounds. I just fired three shots, so there are four rounds left. As a sniper, no, to be precise, as a user of firearms, you must always keep track of your ammunition count and the enemy's remaining ammo."
Su Huan's deep voice, accompanied by his breath, hit Yu Yue's earlobe, making her feel like she was listening to a late-night radio show.
Her head felt a little dizzy.
"Your hand."
"Huh?"
Yu Yue confusedly placed her small hand tentatively on the back of Su Huan's hand.
She clearly felt the man's steady breathing behind her stop for a moment.
"I meant to place your hand on the bolt, why are you touching me!"
Feeling the delicate skin of her palm, Su Huan said with mock annoyance.
This woman usually seemed quite perceptive, but why did she become so clueless at critical moments?
Could it be that all her skills are in serving tea and pouring water?
