red, her mind struggling to recall that agreement. Thirteen clauses She was swamped lately, who had the time to remember such trivial things.Damn, what's going on"It seems Miss Wen is quite nonchalant...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. 。 Fei Mo's hand.The girl looked to be around fifteen or sixteen years old, dressed in a white gown. Her face was as pale as a ghost, with no trace of blood color whatsoever. Her lips were also deathly...