Holding Cat Lamp was like holding the universe.
As she rubbed Cat Lamp, Jiang Han followed Tang Wen into the cave house.
The inside had already been built into a spacious, comfortable home.
A gigantic bubble burrow bed sat in the corner. This kind of bed was an evolved version of the burrow bed, a fusion of a waterbed and a burrow bed! Inside, you would feel as though you were floating in water, gently swaying back and forth on a mattress like a tender lullaby. Its interior could simulate a galaxy, and it even had heat-absorbing pumpkin lanterns hanging above, along with snowman lamps that could serve as air conditioners!
One bed cost nearly sixty thousand yuan!
Sixty thousand yuan in this day and age was even more extravagant than buying the finest broom.
But then again.
Compared with people from her previous life, the greatest difference with the Chinese witches of this world was how willing they were to spend money. If it could make them happy, then spending any amount was perfectly normal. Yet they would absolutely never take out loans to buy things for enjoyment; they would only borrow money to buy expensive tools they actually needed.
But...
If their financial circumstances allowed it, they would not turn down enjoyment.
Clearly, Miss Tang Wen was also a modestly well-off little rich girl with some savings, and she was generous when it came to sleeping.
Jiang Han had also bought a few burrow beds for friends, though they had all been the cheaper handmade Caroline versions.
Beside the bed stood a square box of roughly three square meters. Its exterior was made from thick, brightly colored sea-dragon wood, while its interior was lined with a thick dragonhide rug. Along the four edges were nozzles that sprayed massaging