Wang Tong smiled satisfyingly as he enjoyed the benefit of having Zhou Sisi around—free maid service.
After Zhou Sisi was gone, Wang Tong found it hard to sleep as he suddenly realized how bad his injury was. Some of the wounds almost reached his bones. Although he didn't feel much pain while fighting, as he lied down, he found the pain had made it hard for him to relax.
"Come out Charcoal, talk to me!"
"Yes master, what do you want to talk about?"
"Do you know any bedtime stories? "
"Yes. A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, there was a service robot called R2Charcoal..."
Soon, the room was filled with Wang Tong's snoring. Being able to fall asleep as quickly as possible was a prerequisite of being a competent fighter.
Meanwhile, somewhere else on earth, someone was suffering from insomnia.
