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Bai Xiaowei slept until she woke up naturally. As soon as she opened her eyes, the maid came up with a brand new dress and helped her put it on.

What the maid prepared for her today was a mulberry silk traditional Chinese style dress.

The skirt is painted with flowers unique to this private island. The jacquard pattern is exquisite and elegant, and the color combination is fresh and simple.

Moreover, because mulberry silk has good moisture absorption and breathability, it is extremely comfortable to wear.

Bai Xiaowei was quite satisfied at first.

But when she looked at herself in the mirror, she discovered that against the backdrop of her skirt, the person in the mirror had a cold white complexion, a slender snow-white neck, and when she walked, her waist was outlined with an exquisite curve, and her slender calves were faintly visible, which was extremely seductive.

She immediately frowned, turned around and told the maid: "Change my skirt."

The maid was admiring Bai Xiaowei's beauty and temperament with amazement, and exclaimed that the dress was tailor-made for her.

At this time, Bai Xiaowei had a gloomy face and asked her to get another skirt. She immediately put away her expression and said in embarrassment: "Miss Bai, this is the master's order, I dare not..."

Bai Xiaowei felt uncomfortable when she heard that it was Yuan Yihong's arrangement.

But he no longer made things difficult for the maid.

She gave up those complicated pearl and crystal hairpins and did not ask the maid for help. Instead, she picked up the shark clip, simply tied her hair up, and followed the maid downstairs.

The sun was already high in the sky and there was no sign of Yuan Yihong, Kong Si and the others downstairs. Bai Xiaowei was happy and relaxed, enjoying her breakfast alone.

He had just finished eating halfway when he heard the door of the study on the second floor open, and Yuan Yihong, Kong Si and Han Tao came out.

Bai Xiaowei pretended not to hear and lowered her head to eat breakfast, but she was thinking about how to get around the island later.

The footsteps are getting closer.

Bai Xiaowei had to look up and saw the energetic trio coming down from upstairs.

Yuan Yihong, who was leading the way, wore a well-tailored cloud blue haute couture shirt paired with black trousers, which made him look even more upright and dignified.

Even at home, his attire is so meticulous and perfect to the point of being demanding.

Bai Xiaowei just took a look and lowered her head.

Gu Wenrui's face flashed before my eyes. He was also such a handsome and extraordinary man, and he also liked such strict and proper clothing.

Whenever she saw him looking serious, Bai Xiaowei would come up to him, hug his thin waist, and act coquettishly and naughtily in his arms.

Tears welled up in his eyes, but she forced them back.

She missed him, really missed him very much.

"So beautiful!" Yuan Yihong walked to Bai Xiaowei and praised sincerely.

He saw her eating breakfast from a distance, and especially when he saw her wearing the clothes he had carefully designed for her, her most stunning temperament immediately came out.

She is as beautiful as a peony bud in full bloom.

When Bai Xiaowei raised her eyes again, she had already calmed down and smiled slightly: "Good morning!"

Yuan Yihong's smile widened, and he flicked her head with his finger: "Don't you see what time it is? Is it still early?"

Bai Xiaowei pursed her lips. Her cell phone had been taken away long ago and she didn't have a watch, so how could she know what time it was.

As if he could see what she was thinking, he handed a cell phone to her and said, "Take it and play with it."

Bai Xiaowei was delighted and couldn't believe that Yuan Yihong would give her a phone: "For me?"

"uh-huh."

Bai Xiaowei took it with joy.

However, she soon discovered that this phone had undergone special technical processing. Not only was Internet access restricted and required the administrator's consent, but even dialing could only be done to specific people, such as the administrator.

It is even more impossible to locate and call for help.

——And the so-called administrator, it goes without saying, is Yuan Yihong.

Yuan Yihong, who had seen everything, smiled and served Bai Xiaowei a bowl of soup, saying in a leisurely tone: "After dinner, I'll take you to the shooting range."

Bai Xiaowei paused while drinking her soup and asked, "Shooting range?"

"Well, it saves me from not knowing how to use a gun and making people laugh."

Bai Xiaowei subconsciously touched her belly and was about to refuse.

But Yuan Yihong got there first.

The man said in an unquestionable tone: "Don't worry, it has a silencer installed and has been modified. The recoil is not great. I will be watching you, so there will be no problem."

Bai Xiaowei nodded helplessly: "Okay then."

shooting range.

Bai Xiaowei watched in dazzle as the man went through the entire shooting sequence, from checking the condition of the gun, to loading the bullet, turning on the safety, and finally hitting the bull's eye, all in one go.

So skilled that it makes your scalp tingle.

"Try it."

The man loosened his fingers, and the gun slid smoothly in his hand and was handed to Bai Xiaowei.

Bai Xiaowei reached out and took it. With the man's encouraging eyes, she looked at the small target in the distance and pulled the trigger just like Yuan Yihong had done just now.

The first time, it didn’t click.

The second time, it still didn't work.

Kongji, who had followed along at some point, pushed his glasses down as if nothing had happened to cover the upturned corners of his mouth.

Han Tao moved his lips, wanting to remind Miss Bai that there was something wrong with her gun-holding posture - her arm was not straight, her eyes were not aimed at the target, and her standing posture was not right...

Oh, forget it. With the young master here, he just needs to be a bodyguard conscientiously and not meddle in other people's business.

Bai Xiaowei had already used both hands. She gritted her teeth and pressed hard. With a "bang" sound, her arm instantly felt numb.

She instinctively closed her eyes and was forced to stagger back by the recoil.

Yuan Yihong stretched out his long arms, hooked them around the slender waist, and effortlessly brought the unstable person into his arms.

The corners of Kongji's mouth couldn't help but twitch.

Bai Xiaowei's ears were buzzing and her arms were so numb that they felt like they no longer belonged to her. She was like a puppet, being pulled by Yuan Yihong, and had no power to resist.

Yuan Yihong's big hand with distinct joints was holding her slender and tender little hand, which was holding a small gun.

Turn around, raise your hand, stare, and shoot.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

Four bullets were fired in rapid succession.

Soon, the results appeared on the electronic target in the distance.

As expected, every shot hit the bull's eye accurately.

Yuan Yihong lowered his eyes, looked at the woman who was still in a daze, and said in a more serious tone: "Have you learned it? As long as your shooting posture and gun holding method are correct, you can effectively control the recoil."

He quickly removed the empty magazine and replaced it with a new one.

"Come on, try again."

The gun was handed back to her, but Bai Xiaowei didn't take it. She stared at the perfect score on the electronic target in the distance and expressed her admiration from the bottom of her heart: "You are so amazing!"

Her clear and beautiful eyes widened slightly, filled with amazement.

For men, what could be more exciting and inspiring than the sincere and heartfelt praise and admiration from their loved ones?

But at this moment, Yuan Yihong, whose usually calm and indifferent expression, suddenly showed a moment of confusion.

He never thought that being an accurate shooter was something to be proud of.

Just like you need to eat when you are hungry and drink water when you are thirsty, if he wants to stay alive, he must have the capital to protect his life.

This is a truth he understood at the age of five.

Therefore, whether it is his marksmanship or his sandman skills, he must strive for perfection and achieve the ultimate.

——He received brutal training in the hell training camp and experienced the life and death of blood and fire in the underground fighting arena...

Being on the verge of death, being injured and bleeding are commonplace, and he has long been numb.

But today, someone suddenly told him that he was very powerful.

She looked at him with such admiration, as if she was so proud of him.

Ah.

It really...completely overwhelmed him.

After Bai Xiaowei finished praising him, she saw Yuan Yihong's strange expression, a look of doubt, and immediately took advantage of the situation:

"Really, you are the most accurate shooter I have ever seen, it's amazing! It feels like the bullet has eyes, it hits wherever you point it, more accurate than GPS positioning! With your level, it would be a big loss if you don't participate in international shooting competitions.

I dare not even imagine how big a sensation it would cause if you represented the national team. It would be like the arrival of a sharpshooter. The contestants from other countries would be like me, looking as if they had never seen the world before and would be absolutely shocked.

Not to mention, you have such excellent appearance.

By then, the audience will cheer like crazy, and you will have so many fans. It will be so dazzling!"

When it comes to praising people, she is a professional.

Over the years, she has saved countless people who had lost their way and helped them return to society, live a normal life, and no longer pose a threat to society.

Now that we have discovered Yuan Yihong's talent, why not take a risk and give it a try?

It is both rescue and self-rescue.

Maybe... maybe... maybe?

The scene was very quiet. Yuan Yihong still had an unpredictable expression and didn't respond to her at all.

Bai Xiaowei glanced at his face and changed the subject without any embarrassment.