Seeing that Xin Xiaowan was still flirting with him, Wang Hao immediately raised his palm, feigned a fierce look, and said, "If you don't go to sleep, I'll spank your bottom, ha!"
Xin Xiaowan pouted at Wang Hao's lack of romance, burrowed into the bedding like a little kitten, and went to sleep.
Before long, her even, soft snores filled the air.
Wang Hao walked to the window, glanced outside, and casually lit a cigarette.
Before the cigarette burned out, the lights in the room suddenly dimmed.
The glowing tip of the cigarette flickered on and off, like the stars in the night sky.
Instantly, a ghostly figure floated towards him.
"Swoosh!"
A hexagonal dart shimmered with black and golden light, cutting through the air toward him.
Wang Hao stood unmoving like a mountain, flicking the cigarette butt from his hand with ease.
"Clang!"
The cigarette butt collided with the dart midair, sparking a brilliant display of sparks.
