“Let's go to the car and get the gun now." Joyce immediately stood up from his arms.

"Now?" His handsome eyes widened in surprise.

"Right, now. Let's go." She yanked him up off the top of the couch altogether and dragged him toward the door.

Luther asked as he walked away, "Why do you suddenly want that gun?"

He thought that she was deliberately testing him with this pistol. "These two days I read some self-published reports. I think the pistol is very interesting so I want one. Maybe I can learn to shoot later, for self- defense of course.” Joyce deliberately said.

Luther, "..."

The implication of her words was that she had no intention of admitting that she was Joyce.

So should he, or should he not, confess?

He was starting to get torn up inside.

to the underground garage, he pressed the remote control and the car door opened slowly.

the password

inside lay a cool pink

you introduce a bit for me?" Joyce took the pistol out and weighed it in

pistol so much that the last time she saw it, she had wanted to get

size, very lightweight, and easy to use. She never found a pistol that fit her

he already knew who she

she had nothing to be worried

what she loved most straight

face. Was this a

couldn't understand what she

only thing for sure was that she definitely had been suspicious. He introduced it

connoisseur would know, were all told to him by

"Wow, that sounds cool.”

held it in her hand, and gently stroked it, and after four years,

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