"It's still not enough," Xu Li took a deep breath, "If we go to the battlefield, I will have to protect you."
Wu Ning's cheeks seemed to have been smeared with the last ray of sunshine, and his heart beat like a drum, but his mouth still refused to be outdone.
"Who cares..."
The string moved, the arrow came out, and it hit the bull's-eye with a clang.
"Actually," Xu Li smiled and nocked another arrow, still holding Wu Ning's hand and drawing the full bow, "I really want to see how it plucks the strings with such hands."
The arrow was like a shooting star, instantly chasing the trajectory of the previous arrow and shooting away.
Conception: