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ly, warm as a chicken pecking at rice. In her heart, Mo Xiaobai's image instantly grew taller. 。"Well, you tell me about some fun things that happened to you when you were little." 。"Tell Xiaojing Ca...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. 。 like the tides rising and falling, no longer matter.Compared to the loss of a child, scandals are trivial matters.Now, she looked but felt nothing.According to Cai Xiaozheng, Han Bi's disappearance w...