past two years, he gradually distanced himself from her. His words and actions became more cautious, giving her no room for expectation. He also made it clear that there was someone else in his heart...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. 。 and now not a wordShe took the initiative to be nice to him. Could it be that she had thoughts of returning to his side Ye Feimo became enraged, feeling utterly foolish. He really was a masochist, cr...