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were intimate, she would kiss him back because she liked seeing his intoxicated expression.Aware of her response, Ye Fei Mo became noticeably crazed, holding Warmth in his arms, he turned around and...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. 。rth as witness, looking at his age, this was six or seven years ago. Mo Xiaobai was shocked and began to calculate with his fingers, things from six years ago. That was when he was sixteen or seventee...