Love (1)

Under the guidance of the inn staff, he walked up the stairs and entered the room on the second floor.

Luo Yuheng waved his hand and controlled Arhat du Qing to land in a corner. He then took off his cloud-patterned shoes and sat cross-legged on the bed.

Then, she shook out a large pile of bottles and small wooden boxes from her sleeve.

Doraemon's sleeve?

Xu Qi 'an looked at it in surprise. He had seen many storage magical treasures, such as brocade pouches, mirrors, and porcelain, but he had never seen a sleeve.

He suddenly understood why Luo Yuheng never changed his robe. Xu Qi 'an could testify that Luo Yuheng often changed his undergarments and undergarments, but he had never seen her change her robe.

So the robe was a magic tool.

Luo Yuheng removed the wooden corks one by one, and the faint smell of medicine filled the room.