usually cook""Of course, Ye Fei Mo is hard to please," Wen Nuan mumbled softly. Cheng Anya chuckled lightly, "Indeed, he's quite difficult." She teased, "It must be tough for you, Miss Wen."A warm, 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. 。ed home, it was pitch black. The warmth had not yet returned, and the room was cold. A flicker of loss passed through the man's deep eyes, slowly disappearing. He slumped onto the sofa, thinking that...