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。Perhaps he grew up carefree and privileged, born with a silver spoon in his mouth, accustomed to getting his way. Other emotions, other feelings, seemed insignificant to him; he simply didn't care....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. 。s, not allowing her to run away...Finally, Mo Chen released his hold on Gu Bao's body 。The two embraced each other, enjoying the afterglow of their intimacy, their breaths still ragged. 。This is their...