A bottle came out of the pack, talking to itself, "This is the Spiritual Spring." A big box was taken out from the pack, "This is..."
"Xuxu, what are you doing?" Xiao Chen saw a large pack on the table, with a few other items on it.
"Chen, this is what I've prepared for you." Xiao Chen pulled Feng Xuxu's hand, yanked her forcefully, and Feng Xuxu ended up sitting on Xiao Chen's lap, both of them looking at the table in front of them.
"Fool, keep these things for yourself—I still have plenty."
"Listen to me, you must never give this garment to anyone, nor should you slap it vigorously. If it gets dirty, just rinse it with clean water and all the marks will come off," Feng Xuxu said gravely to Xiao Chen, as if fearing for the worst.
"Why?" Xiao Chen looked at the garment in his hands. It seemed like ordinary fabric, but it was indeed lighter and of better quality than what he was wearing, though he didn't know what the material was.
