The Secret Realm (5)

 Huang Yueli's eyes widened, trying to think back.

"Ah... It seems that there is such a thing! Did he write on his notebook that his wife is a beautiful and powerful genius cultivator... Hey, Moying, why are you so close to me? I can't take a good look at the map... ugh!"

Huang Yueli turned her head sharply, only to realize that at some point, Li Moying had already leaned onto her, his handsome face was resting on her neck, and the hot breath was blowing behind her ears.

Huang Yueli subconsciously moved to the side, trying to avoid it.

However, the chair she was sitting on was originally against the wall, and when she moved like this, she sank herself into a corner even more.

Li Moying took advantage of the situation and leaned over, put one hand on the wall, and wrapped her in his arms.