By the time Li Qianfan had removed all the Silver Needles from Chen Cuimei's body, she felt the agonizing pain, akin to thousands of ants gnawing at her heart, receding like a rapidly ebbing tide, disappearing without a trace.
"Your AIDS has been cured," said Li Qianfan.
"Really... really?"
Chen Cuimei propped herself up in bed, her face full of incredulous expression.
"Would I even lie to you? If you don't believe it, go to the hospital for a check-up later. If you're not cured, come back to me," said Li Qianfan.
Seeing Li Qianfan say so, Chen Cuimei no longer doubted. She quickly thanked Li Qianfan, tears of gratitude streaming down her face.
A strange smile appeared on Li Qianfan's face.
"Now that your AIDS has been cured, it's my turn to have a good time."
As he spoke, Li Qianfan moved closer, unbuckling his belt, and the huge part instantly sprung out in the air, even smacking Chen Cuimei's face with a slap.
