Ten Rules to Bind Her Heart - Chapter 61
Shen Yu took a small silver handgun from the case and handed it to Xia Zhiyao.
“This is where the team usually trains. We can also conduct simulated shooting exercises here.”
“Feet shoulder-width apart.”
Holding **, Shen Yu lightly tapped the back of Xia Zhiyao’s calf.
Obediently, she spread her feet a little farther apart.
“Wider.”
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“Bend your knees slightly. Lower your center of gravity.”
Xia Zhiyao did her best to adjust her body according to his instructions.
“Straighten your arms.”
“Engage your upper arms and lock your wrists. Otherwise, a single shot could break one.”
Frightened, Xia Zhiyao immediately tensed every muscle.
“Good.”
Shen Yu voiced his approval and moved behind her.
His chest nearly pressed against her back, enveloping her in the powerful presence of his masculinity.
She could even feel the vibration in his chest when he spoke, and the scorching breath against the skin behind her ear.
The position was both intimate and dangerous.
Her entire body stiffened with nerves, and her breathing lost its rhythm.
“Keep your back straight,” Shen Yu continued.
“Pull in your stomach.”
“…”
Xia Zhiyao took a deep breath and tried to engage her core. But she was too nervous, and his succession of movements had thrown her thoughts into chaos. Her posture only grew more awkward. In an effort to keep her balance, she unconsciously pushed her hips back.
!
Punishment fell!
“M-Mr. Shen…” she cried softly.
Shen Yu’s voice did not waver. His handsome, severe face was expressionless, as if he were merely correcting a faulty tactical stance.
Yet a wicked gleam flashed through his deep black eyes.
“I… I didn’t…”
Her protest carried a sob.
Shen Yu looked perfectly composed, his severity almost matter-of-fact.
He lowered his eyes to her mortified expression and reddened eyes, idly tapping the training implement against his palm.
“Then stand properly.”
Xia Zhiyao was thoroughly intimidated.
She knew this man’s cruel sense of amusement all too well.
If he said he would punish her, he meant it.
Even with a hundred borrowed measures of courage, she would not dare argue again.
All she could do was grit her teeth and force back the tears gathering in her eyes.
She painstakingly corrected her stance.
Stomach in. Shoulders down. Center of gravity lowered. Back as straight as a pine.
As her posture gradually settled into the proper form, satisfaction finally surfaced in Shen Yu’s unfathomable eyes.
The little thing might be timid, but she learned quickly.
Her coordination and flexibility were excellent. She had potential.
“Align the sights.”
His tall body enclosed her from behind, and his warm hand covered her small, cold, trembling ones.
“Hold your breath.”
“Do you see it?”
He spoke beside her ear.
“The red center of the target.”
Xia Zhiyao narrowed one eye.
The instant she entered that state of absolute concentration, her entire presence changed.
The softness, timidity, and fluster that normally clung to her vanished completely, leaving behind an almost ruthless stillness.
It was an artist’s concentration.
Throughout her old life, whenever she picked up a brush before a blank sheet of paper, no upheaval in the outside world could distract her. She could devote herself entirely to composition, line, and color until the final perfect stroke was in place.
Now she poured that same sensitivity to structure, and that same intense focus, into the gun in her hands.
The wind stilled.
Even her heartbeat slowed.
The scorching breath of the man behind her seemed to disappear.
The entire world narrowed to herself and the target fifty meters away.
In her vision, the red circle at its center expanded without limit, drawing sharply into focus.
This was more than shooting.
This was composition.
A flawless geometric composition.
Slowly and steadily, the pad of her index finger began to take up the trigger.
