"Of course I want to." Although I don’t know what Qin Shaojie wants, Yi Xiaohui said with great interest.
"Well, watch it." Qin Shaojie said, and then turned out of bed, groped for a moment from the clothes, and took out a palm-sized golden pocket. "Wife, tell you, this thing is called Gankun bag, and it contains no less things than Doraemon’s pocket." Qin Shaojie waved the dry bag and said. "giggle, you just […]