Xiang Yu didn't respond, his focus resolute. Han Jia tried again, "Why can't I tilt my hand to the side like in the movies?"
"Just do as I taught you," Xiang Yu replied, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Han Jia sighed and pulled the trigger, but the shot went wide, not even close to the target. "That was bad," he muttered, frustration creeping into his voice. A nearby bodyguard couldn't help but think, You think?
"It's fine," Xiang Yu said, his voice steady. "You just need more practice."
He stood beside Han Jia, his presence a steadying force. He adjusted Han Jia's stance, moving his hands with a firm but gentle touch. Han Jia held his breath, feeling the heat rise to his face as Xiang Yu stood so close.
"Are you this cold to your girlfriend?" Han Jia asked, his voice barely above a whisper. When Xiang Yu didn't reply, he continued, "Or boyfriend?"