Xiang Xiran stared at Qin Huan, recalling her previous words. She clearly sensed the mockery in her tone and suddenly realized that Qin Huan was not dead at all.
What on earth is going on?
Her face changed abruptly, and she suddenly glared angrily at Qin Huan, "Antibody? Do you really want it?"
Qin Huan looked at Xiang Xiran and replied word by word, "Of course."
Xiang Xiran held the gun in one hand and reached for a cigarette with the other. She skillfully lit one and took a puff, her expression returning to coldness as she stared at Qin Huan. "Alright, have Huo Jinnan sleep with me for a night, and I'll give it to you."
Qin Huan frowned slightly. "Isn't that not so good? I'm afraid you might have AIDS, infect him, and then infect me."
Xiang Xiran flicked the ash from her cigarette and slowly exhaled a smoke ring, looking at the woman across through the smoke. Qin Huan was different from what she understood!
This must be the real her, right?
