to get rid of me. Now you even give him the dinner you prepared for me. If he wants my life, will you give it to him too..."Mo Yao had a headache, "Who wants your life" "Xiaobai, what nonsense are yo...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. 。ange, a clashing color that was quite bold. Gu Baobei looked down her nose at him disapprovingly. Mo Chen smiled and picked out a pair of black shorts for Sen Sen, then paired them with high boots. 。...