The air was very quiet.
Han Yanyan tucked her bangs behind her ear and said, “A straight girl.”
Qi Tongtong looked at her with disbelief.
Han Yanyan replied, “…”
The two stared at each other for a while, and Qi Tongtong eventually conceded, “Really a straight girl?”
“Definitely straight.” Han Yanyan confirmed firmly.
“Then why are you so nice to me?” Qi Tongtong asked, feeling a bit down.
“Is it wrong to be nice to others?” Han Yanyan retorted with a sigh.
“Before the apocalypse, maybe not,” Qi Tongtong peeked at her, “but after the apocalypse, it’s either a thief or a scoundrel. The truly good people all died years ago. Those who survived don’t want to be good anymore.”
Han Yanyan found herself speechless. After all, she had created this world.
She let out a breath, “Being nice to you doesn’t mean I like you; it’s because I dislike you.”
“Huh?” Qi Tongtong was confused.
“I dislike the way you are now.” Han Yanyan lifted her chin, “Give you a little favor, and you’re just eager to offer yourself.”
Qi Tongtong’s face instantly turned red.
“Did I say something wrong?” Han Yanyan spoke lightly, “When you’re in danger or want to gain benefits and protection, the first thing on your mind is to offer your body.”
Qi Tongtong took a deep breath, trying to suppress the rush of blood to her head.