"Humph..."
Wang Xiao left a pouting Eirene behind, her lips pursed like a spoiled kitten who just learned the taste of bullying.
Still, as he stepped away, she lunged, grabbing his sleeve.
"Oh? Weren't you mad at me?" he teased, lips quirking.
"..."
Eirene blinked. Damn. She forgot she was supposed to be angry.
"Not mad," she muttered, avoiding his eyes.
Wang Xiao chuckled. This little thing—barely a meter tall, acting like she could monopolize him? Adorable.
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An hour later, he was still here. He should've left by now. But something nagged at him.
Then it hit him.
"Am I... homeless?"
The strongest man in the world—without a damn home?
Ridiculous. But true.
Romania? Sure, he took that villa after ripping Asmodemus's legacy apart, but that was just a trophy. The Qing Dynasty? That was his mother's place. Here in Xianthera? Every house belonged to a woman, a lover, or a child he fathered.
