C1868 The Possibility of True Gods

Qiu Shuihan took out a tissue from her pocket and handed it to Ye Lingtian. "Wipe it."

Ye Lingtian looked at the tissue, then looked at Qiu Shuihan and took it. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "Thank you."

"You shouldn't thank me. You should hate me." Qiu Shuihan said lightly.

Ye Lingtian shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Logically speaking, I should hate you