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id of Cheng An Ya's cooking skills, so during his hospitalization, Wen Nuan diligently made congee for him. Ye Fei Mo seemed to return to the past, where he was nurtured by Wen Nuan's care, living a v...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. 。een shot by him. 。No, there should be a familial relationship. He and the old man have some resemblance in their features. The management of Berlin's trading market is rather peculiar, always favoring...