An envelope appeared in Ye Qingluo's hand.
Ye Qingluo pushed Di Moxuan away, and moved her two calves back.
Di Moxuan just glanced at the envelope and didn't take it seriously.
He looked at the distance between the girl and himself, which was more than half of the bed.
His rosy red lips lifted, and his doting eyes settled on Ye Qingluo.
"Xiao Luo'er, you are not feeling well, I won't touch you now." Di Moxuan leaned over slightly, trying to pull the girl out of the bed.
Ye Qingluo patted his hand away: "Don't come over, just sit there and don't move!"
Di Moxuan withdrew his hand helplessly, and coaxed him softly: "Okay, if I don't go, I'll listen to you, but... Xiao Luoer, isn't your place in pain? Let me see first, if it's really painful, You have to take medicine."
He only thought Ye Qingluo was because of the torment last night, which caused her pain, and she didn't want to be intimate with him today.
"You...you still say it!" Ye Qingluo just opened the envelope, and his cheeks turned red with embarrassment at Di Moxuan's words, "Stop talking! You don't even know how to be ashamed!"
Di Moxuan laughed more and more evilly: "It's just you and me here, what's there to be shy about? What's more, what's on your body that I haven't seen?"
"Emperor! Mo! Xuan!"
Ye Qingluo became angry from embarrassment, and flames sprang up in her wide and charming eyes.
She gritted her teeth and rushed directly in Di Moxuan's direction.
Two small fists, clenched tightly.
He rushed forward, made fun of Di Moxuan's face, his unusually handsome face, and beat him down.
As soon as he waved his hand, a piece of yellowed paper floated down from the envelope.
That paper is extremely thin.
It was obviously yellowish, but it exuded a strange energy.
When Di Moxuan's eyes looked at the paper, the teasing smile on his face suddenly froze on his face.
"This is… "
Di Moxuan took hold of Ye Qingluo's slapping hands, and with a little force, pulled him into his arms.
Immediately, with the other hand, he picked up the thin paper: "Where did you get this thing?"
Lying in Di Moxuan's arms, Ye Qingluo could clearly feel that Di Moxuan's aura had become serious.
Evidently, he knew the paper and had seen it.
Realizing this, Ye Qingluo's eyes brightened up a little.
She happily got up from his arms: "Ah Xuan, do you know this kind of paper? Do you know which interface this thing came from?"
Di Moxuan gently stroked the paper with his fingers, and the more he touched it, the more dignified his face became.
"This thing...the lower limit certainly doesn't exist." He didn't answer Ye Qingluo's question directly, but he also admitted indirectly that the paper did come from another interface.
Ye Qingluo didn't ask any further questions.
She broke free from Di Moxuan's arms, knelt on the bed, and spread the papers out bit by bit.
Seemingly flimsy paper.
After being spread out, it occupies half of the bed.
this paper.
Could it be the map that Ye Qing found in the dark compartment of her mother's room before.
"I think Ye Tiankuang probably wants to get this map from my mother." Ye Qingluo propped his hands on the edge of the map, staring at it carefully, densely packed with intricate routes.
When the map is fully unfolded.
Di Moxuan's body stiffened.
He stared blankly at the dazzling map.
He didn't come back to his senses until he heard Ye Qingluo's voice.
"It's your mother... the map given to you?" His voice was a little hoarse, and he could not hide his slight stunned.