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even know when he had ever invested so deeply in his feelings. By the time he realized it, things were already beyond repair, sinking deeper and deeper; he didn't want to be apart from her for the re...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. 。urrent situation, every punch he throws feels like agony. He can still disarm two thugs within a minute, throwing his iron rod aside. His chest wound gapes open, blood soaking the fabric, yet his eyes...