my husband is a killer

Chapter 9 This Man Is Indifferent 3
"You should be very thirsty. Drink it quickly. Oh, by the way, I just poured water and left immediately. I didn't get close to you, really!" She was afraid that he would turn his face again, so she immediately explained.

He glanced at her, without saying a word, he picked up the water and drank it down.

She threw another bundle wrapped in leaves before him,

"Eat it!"

The thing had just been dug out from the fire, and it was still hissing and steaming. When he opened it, he saw six roasted bird eggs!

"Yeah, it exploded." She was a little embarrassed, "Then...you just make do with it, you can't find anything to cook..."

He picked up an egg, glanced at her scratched trouser legs, and said:
"Aren't you going to eat?"

"I've already eaten, this is your portion!" She smiled, but at this moment, her stomach rumbled loudly!
Seeing her embarrassed smile, he suddenly stood up and drew his gun!

She was taken aback:
"You, what are you going to do?"

"It's not enough to eat this, I want to eat roasted rabbit!"

"You, you want to shoot rabbits?" She breathed a sigh of relief, but immediately remembered the few rabbits that swaggered past her just now, and shook her head quickly, "But there is something wrong with your gun, your gun, It can't even be opened!"

His expression was suddenly weird, as if he was holding back a smile, his face was tense, and he slowly pulled the safety catch in front of her:
"Miss, of course you can't fire the gun if you haven't turned on the safety catch!"

"Ah?" She sighed softly, but she was afraid that he would see something, so she quickly lowered her head, filled with endless annoyance. It turned out that there was such a procedure that caused her to spend a long time wandering in the forest for nothing. Missed!
A sudden gunshot startled countless birds. He walked into the jungle and came back with a bloody rabbit in his hand.

He peeled off the rabbit skin in twos and fives, and put the sharpened branches on the fire. His movements were done in one go, and he was extremely skilled. She couldn't help asking:

"Do you... do you often live in the wild?"

He glanced at her and continued poking the fire.

He didn't speak, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward. Lan Jiao twisted her clothes, and said again cheekily:
"I, my name is Lanjiao, what's your name?"

The branches crackled and burned, but he remained silent.

"Is it...T?"

As soon as those words came out, he suddenly raised his head, like a beast that suddenly smelled blood!
He asked slowly:

"how do you know?"

Her heart also jumped violently, and she answered more cautiously:
(End of this chapter)