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almost eleven o'clock. Wen Nuan could no longer keep silent and spoke sharply. He wanted to get angry, so let him get angry; this silence was frightening. He remained expressionless, pulling people a...Mo Yao let out a breath without showing any emotion. His Xiaobai had arrived, though two hours later than expected, he was still happy. Mo Yao's happiness sometimes came in peculiar ways; stoic and poker-faced, it was impossible to tell if he was happy or not.

Mò Xiǎobái had already changed into his pajamas, and as soon as he lifted the covers, he lay down. He was used to sleeping with Mò Yáo, and it felt normal to him. He couldn't sleep well without Mò Yáo by his side. Although sometimes in the middle of the night, when he woke up and saw himself hugging Mò Yáo tightly, he felt a little awkward, he still really liked sleeping beside Mò Yáo. 。eleased her lips, breathing warmly and his chest rising and falling. That graceful shape made Ye Fei Mo's eyes red, so he lowered his head and bit her again. Wen Nuan was suddenly flustered, unable to...