Chapter 194: The True Colors of a Hero (Seeking Recommendations)

Wang Hao held Xin Xiaowan and entered room 408.

The rented room at the urban-rural junction was as shabby as one could imagine.

Even before entering the door, Xin Xiaowan frowned. She had once fantasized about a beautiful encounter, five-star hotels, roses, candlelit dinners, and fine French red wine.

However, the present scene, a room less than ten square meters, a double bed of indeterminate age, an ugly nightstand that couldn't be uglier, and a poster of a half-dressed star on the wall.

Such a huge psychological gap made it truly difficult for her to accept at that moment.

Especially when she saw the box of "Anti-Japanese" war heroes that Wang Hao was holding, her delicate eyebrows knitted even tighter together.

Wang Hao, on the other hand, didn't think too much about it, he could sleep anywhere. In the past, when on missions, spending the night outdoors was just part of the routine.