Zhang Xiaohao flipped his palm and took out that crude storage bag.
"Do you want it?" Zhang Xiaohao asked with a mischievous smile.
"Ah! Yes! I want it! My dear brother-in-law, please give it to me!" Cheng Qingsu said excitedly.
"Hehe! That will depend on your performance," Zhang Xiaohao said with a mysterious smile.
He casually put the crude storage bag away again.
"Brother-in-law, just give me the storage bag!" Cheng Qingsu pleaded while shaking Zhang Xiaohao's arm.
"That will depend on your performance," Zhang Xiaohao said lazily.
"Brother-in-law, how do you want me to perform? Just say something, will you?" Cheng Qingsu cooed.
"Hehe!" Zhang Xiaohao chuckled mischievously.
Without a word, he crossed his hands behind his head, closed his eyes, and lay there lazily.
Cheng Qingsu withdrew her gaze and gave him a thorough look.
Then her gaze shifted downward, landing on Zhang Xiaohao's manhood.
