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his usually cold eyes. 。His hands gripping the steering wheel, veins throbbing, a smirk playing at the corners of his perfect lips. 。Warmth was shocked, but thankfully unharmed. Though slightly angere...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. 。nching his fists, "What an unmarried couple Even if Wen Nuan is indeed the descendant of the Long family, so what She is my wife now."Compared to Ye Fei Mo's excitement, Mo Yao seemed very calm. "Ever...