t even looking around.” His voice was wooden and cold, his expression as sharp and frigid as ice, a chilling ten miles deep. Han Bi, however, foolishly smiled softly, pulling Ye Feimo along while gigg...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. 。 they are also very charming, not at all inferior to him. I've never seen such handsome people before. He also has a sister with purple eyes, who is also a beauty. Looking at their family photos, they...