Vivian frowned and asked: “What exactly are you thinking?"
She cast him a disdainful glance, then pressed her hand onto Ethan's chest after tearing off his shirt.
An inner force burst forth.
Combining hardness and softness.
Suddenly, a bullet flew out from Ethan's lungs.
The intense pain made Ethan forget that his body was essentially boiling in the scalding water.
With another slap, a second bullet shot out.
Vivian struck repeatedly, seventeen times in total, dislodging seventeen bullets from Ethan's body.
Each strike left a new wound, blood streaming down his battered form.
The final bullet was lodged in his spine.
Vivian paused, her brows furrowed slightly.
Ethan opened his eyes wide: “Why aren’t you getting the last one out?"
Vivian replied: “I can't."
Ethan was shocked: “
