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silk robe and holding a cup for rinsing his mouth, with foam overflowing from his lips. She could only twitch the corner of her lip – this was bad news, she was doomed.... The matter of death is als...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. 。 complaint like this. He should say, he was happier with such small complaints. What he feared most was the attitude of strangers, ignoring everything and everyone.Warmth decided to shut up, she didn...