800

warmly, Ye Feimo was a truly contradictory person. Sometimes, you really couldn't figure out what he was thinking; he was too hard to understand. He himself probably didn't know what he was doing or...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. 。at” Wu Shuang looked at Gui Mian with amusement. Even in such a tense atmosphere, she had the mood to joke with him, unfazed. “The Duke is a British nobleman. Of course, the London police would come w...