before dispersing. Ye Feimo had drunk quite a bit, so his walk was unsteady. Everyone else had left, leaving Wen Nuan no choice but to help him down the stairs.Looking at him like this, he definitely...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. 。 is definitely not related to this word.Mo Yao let him lean against her without stopping him. At least this way it would save a lot of trouble. Many people in the bar were eyeing Bai Liu hungrily, wai...