Chapter 1007
- “What, you went and sold your blood?” Qin Fei froze, a sharp pain stabbing his chest. He suddenly guessed where that wool sweater had come from.
- Yeah. Neither of them had any money, yet she’d bought him a sweater that cost a few hundred. His head had been foggy then, and he hadn’t thought it through.
- Looking back now, it wasn’t a wool sweater he was wearing. It was Jiang Shiyun’s blood.