Xia Weibao wiped her sweat in vain.
She had already aimed to hit the pocket of his jeans on his right butt cheek; the fabric there was thick, so it wouldn't hurt much.
But somehow, he just had to sneeze at that moment and got himself hit. No one else could be that lucky.
This had nothing to do with her.
Ignoring those two, she decided to go home and find her dear husband.
Looking around, she noticed that it was already dark, there was no one around, and it was just a patch of greenery and small woods.
Winters were cold at night, and this was near the Lake Heart Community with few people around.
Xia Weibao smiled slowly, and instead of going down, she somersaulted from one tree to another, then simply used Qinggong to fly over.
It had been a long time since she used Qinggong.
In ancient times, using Qinggong was normal; she could fly around every day.
