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ng!"Mò Xiǎobái's performance was more like a child who crawled out of bed in the middle of the night, not an assassin. His attack power must have been zero, so the man relaxed his grip. As soon as he...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. 。 。The man thought to himself, "How thick is your skin, Mo Xiaobai How thick!"Mo Xiaobai got excited and rolled out of bed, then went to undress. He suddenly flashed, and slapped Mo Xiaobai again. Howe...