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intoxicating, no longer rough. She had the illusion of being cherished. 。Soon, his lips left hers. 。Get up, sit on the carpet, and lean back against the sofa. 。A warm shock ran through her, and she...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. 。aged to summon Mo Yao. 。Mo Yao almost spent every day at home, and one day out. Sometimes she went to Sicily, sometimes to other islands, and sometimes went out to talk business. When these times came...