"What poison did you give me?" the girl demanded, her eyes wide with anger.
Xiao Han couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time. He walked over, tapped the girl on the head, and said irritably, "You're having stomach pains because you drank too much cold stuff on an empty stomach. It would be strange if it didn't hurt. What do you mean I poisoned you? If I had, could you still be talking here?"
The girl covered her head, glaring at Xiao Han, discontented with being hit.
"Give me your hand," Xiao Han said.
After hesitating for a moment, the girl reluctantly extended her delicate, pale hand.
Xiao Han took her small hand and could feel her body tremble slightly; a flush of red appeared on her jade-like cheeks, obviously embarrassed.
Such an innocent girl, Xiao Han thought to himself.
From his hand, a surge of True Qi flowed directly into the girl's body.
