Summary
The man I have a crush on is a hitman.
To get a few more glimpses of him, I anonymously hired him to kill me.
[Required cause of death: Weak knees, a bloated stomach, pupils blown wide, and a series of loud bangs.]
Shan Jue: “No gun produces that kind of effect.”
To meet my requirements, he infiltrated my home to play the role of my personal bodyguard.
I took every opportunity to feel him up. He was clearly furious at my harassment, but he didn’t dare say a word.
Later.
Because of an arranged marriage, I took the initiative to cancel the hit on myself.
On my wedding night, while I was taking a shower, a gun was pressed against the small of my back.
Shan Jue bit my ear, his tone chilling.
“Employer, I found the gun you wanted. It’s fast enough and accurate enough. I will follow your instructions and kill the target… one step at a time.”