Before returning to the hotel, Charley made a special trip to the store where she purchased sheets, pillows, blankets, and a bunch of daily necessities.

Previously, when Wang Xiaole shot down the captain with an arrow, he felt no panic in his heart;

but now, from the moment Charley finished paying, he started to feel a bit uneasy.

Seeing the current attitude of the girl, it seemed like she was not just planning to stay for a night, but rather had intentions of "putting down roots" in his room.

"Xiaole, Charley, you're not coming to live permanently with me. Just use what you need, don't make it seem like you're settling down!"

Wang Xiaole clarified appropriately for the sake of future days while the girl was feeling happy.

Now it was the other person's turn to be puzzled, looking at him with a confused expression.

"I always thought cohabitation is a long-term thing. Doesn’t Xiaole feel that way?"

"I don't think so!"

Only when facing Charley could Wang Xiaole's attitude be so straightforward, and his responses so decisive.

Since realizing the gap between reality and expectation, Charley's eyebrows furrowed into three distinct creases.

Even if she clearly displayed being "unhappy" on her face and grunted dissatisfiedly, the person in front of her wouldn't budge.

In a prolonged staring match, one side eventually backs down;

and it was Charley who first made a concession.

"Alright, if it's not settling down, then it's not settling down. I know some things can't be rushed, they have to be taken step by step."

She could be so reasonable; Wang Xiaole found it easier that way.

Unfortunately, just as he was beginning to feel pleased, Charley’s next words were like a bomb exploding:

"The demand for settling down for a lifetime is too high. I'm willing to compromise, I'll live in Xiaole's room for twenty or thirty years, and we can talk about the future later!"

It happened in an instant. Although covered by clothes, causing it not to be very visible, Wang Xiaole felt a chill run down his spine.

Too terrifying!

For instance, when two classmates agree before the holiday that one will visit the other's home, maybe even spend the night...

Here, "spend the night" and the "spend the night" Wang Xiaole had previously promised essentially meant the same thing;

it represented the invitee (Charley) staying over at the host’s place for one night;

depending on circumstances, this could be extended to two or three nights.

But who has heard of:

someone staying overnight at someone else's place for twenty or thirty years?

Is it still being a guest, or have they become the homeowner directly?

Especially when the person planning to stay long-term is a woman, not a man, and definitely not someone he likes, this sense of dread multiplies tens of times.

Wang Xiaole was not ready to give up and wanted to say something, but Charley had already finished paying.

As they were leaving, the elderly woman who seemed to be the boss sighed while touching her face with her hands, saying with infinite emotion:

"Youth is truly wonderful..."

Hearing this, Wang Xiaole thought to himself:

Wonderful? Old lady, you seem to have forgotten; some troubles are only experienced in youth.

Buying daily necessities was the last thing Charley had to do, and after that, she followed Wang Xiaole back to the hotel.

It was already late at night, and the atmosphere in the hotel was much livelier than in the morning;

Numerous guests were drinking and eating at the tables, regardless of their mood, just enjoying the food and drinks.

When Charley and Wang Xiaole stepped in, the few tables on the first floor immediately quieted down.

The reason was simple. Those guests who suddenly fell silent had witnessed the lively scene of the circus on the street earlier and recognized the two striking figures who had left a deep impression on them.

Among the guests who had come to drink, there were quite a few tough characters, but none could compare to the two walking in from the entrance.

The scene felt like a gathering place for a gang. The originally chattering waiters fell silent as soon as the two bosses walked in, silencing the whole room.

The atmosphere on the first floor became tense.

Many people stopped drinking and eating, simply staring at the two of them, silently observing.

Wang Xiaole didn't pay attention to the people around him because he was feeling annoyed;

Charley didn't pay any attention either because she was busy dealing with the person in front of her.

Tonight was significant to Charley, she didn't want it to be just an ordinary night and planned to celebrate in some way.

Her way of celebrating was buying a bottle of aged wine from the owner and pouring the fragrant wine into exquisite tall cups.

The number of cups was just right: one pair.

For her, whether she ate tonight was not important. Whether Wang Xiaole was willing to drink a cup of wine was quite important.

The swaying liquid in the cup, illuminated by the light emitted from the crystal in the room, was particularly attractive and enjoyable for those who loved wine.

Charley could barely consider herself a wine lover. She extended her right arm, held out the cup, and made an invitation:

"Xiaole, do you want to try a new way of drinking? Each of us holds a cup and offers it to each other, feeding each other the wine..."

Charley was playing tricks, which was normal for her; she wouldn't be herself if she didn't. Unfortunately, Wang Xiaole was not fooled and immediately saw through the young girl's trick:

"I've been to the Eastern Continent and know that drinking from each other's cups represents marriage. You can't hide that from me."

Before they even started, Charley's plan had already failed.

Helplessly, she had to give up on her attempt to play tricks and simply handed the other cup of wine to him.

Wang Xiaole did not accept it, not because of her, but merely because he was a bit picky about the taste.

"I prefer milk to wine."

He ordered a glass of fresh milk from the owner. Before Charley, who was about to take a sip of wine, could do so, he tilted his head back and gulped down the milk in one go.

The way he drank the milk was observed closely by those attentive guests;

It was because of this that, from that day on, the friendly owner noticed:

The freshly squeezed milk that had not been popular in the past was now selling out!

The taste he liked entered his mouth, flowed into his stomach, and gradually spread throughout his body, making him feel a lot better.

Charley had worked for nothing, but there was no way around it; the remaining wine had to be finished.

At this moment, the division of labor between the two changed; while Charley stayed on the first floor, slowly finishing the bottle of alcohol, Wang Xiaole took the responsibility of carrying all the daily necessities she bought back upstairs, one trip at a time.

Whenever faced with such a situation requiring climbing the stairs, Wang Xiaole would feel grateful that she had booked a room on the second floor in the first place.

After roughly three trips back and forth, all the things Charley bought from the store were neatly arranged in that new room.

On Wang Xiaole's final entry into the room, he left the door wide open, but instead of going back downstairs, he simply lay on the bed.

Not much had happened that day, but it left him feeling very exhausted.

The main reason for this feeling was the lack of any stimulating events today.

That's how people are - to live without feeling bored, one must sometimes seek novelty or excitement.

For Wang Xiaole on this particular day, the only thing he was looking forward to was the possibility of the little girl showing up again.

Experiences where one is targeted by assassins are something that surely no one would find boring.

If the one targeting him was a cute little girl, it not only lifted his spirits but also provided solace to his soul.

Lolitas are better than mature women, and white is better than Charley!

At least in this life, this was roughly what was in Wang Xiaole's mind.

As he lay down on the bed and opened his body, his heart was filled with anticipation.

He knew that the other party might not show up tonight, but he still wanted to believe in that possibility and anticipate that future confrontation with the little girl.

Such thoughts were definitely abnormal, not at all like those of a normal person;

But then again:

He was never quite normal in any life, not just this one where he met White, which seemed particularly prominent...

Rustle, rustle, rustle!

The long-awaited sound echoed in his ears, and Wang Xiaole immediately perked up, ending his rest and rolling off the bed to the ground, ears perked to catch the source of the sound carefully.

The source of the sound was from the ceiling, so he stared unblinkingly at it;

Soon after, a part of the ceiling was cut open, and a rope descended from the neatly cut square crack in the ceiling, with a small figure sliding down straight on the rope, leaping out just before reaching the ground, and landing on the floor with a thud.

Tonight, White didn't disappoint the one anticipating her, coming again to carry out the given task.

Last night, Wang Xiaole had returned a dagger;

So, driven by the idea of not owing any favors, White chose not to ambush tonight, but instead appeared directly, placing herself right under the other's nose.

White put away the rope, folded it, and put it in her pocket, then turned around to face Wang Xiaole and glanced at him.

"Went into the wrong room?"

Wang Xiaole didn't mishear; this was the first thing White had ever said to him in this lifetime. It wasn't a statement but a question.

Despite the dim lighting in the room, White could still see that standing before her was a handsome young man.

Looks were not the main point; the crucial thing was that in White's mind, target = male, not female;

Not seeing anyone else inside the room, she thought she must have come to the wrong place and was ready to apologize before leaving.

"Don't go, you're not in the wrong room, it's me!"

Wang Xiaole took off the dress she had bought during the day, intercepting her just before Bai was about to leave, circling around the young girl a few times so she could recognize him.

It was strange:

After putting on women's clothing, he didn't use any makeup, so the only difference was in the way he dressed;

But why, just by doing this, did he seem like a different person in the eyes of others?

After looking at the person in front of her again, without the confusion of high heels and a skirt, this time Bai felt sure she hadn't made a mistake.