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her head to look at him. The man's eyes were unfathomable, burning with an intensity that was both captivating and unnerving." 。His shirt, caught in the tug-of-war between them, had already been undon...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. 。t all. He knew Wushuang's personality, her unwavering decisiveness. Yet now, he couldn't read her mind. Was she willing to follow him, or was she notThere's suddenly a feeling that if she were gone,...