ion" Ye Fei Mo's cold eyes locked onto her, "Miss Han, when did you have such an appreciation for art" Han Bi was embarrassed by his words, Wen Wen also heard the unkindness in his tone, and tugged a...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. 。an antique vase nearby. The vase shattered upon impact. Mo Yao's second punch arrived, she swiveled her head, and the fist landed near his ear, almost punching a hole into the wall. Mo Xiaobai, terri...