ts. The most intimate they ever got was him gently touching her forehead. It's nothing like Ye Feimo, who is forceful and domineering.Oh, and advertising!That damn ad.Wasn't she going to question him...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 the words fail me. I can only say "sorry," but one "sorry" is really too pale.Warmth stayed silent, staring out the window in a daze, as if she had emptied her entire soul.Ye Fei wished for eve...