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"What kind of dance""National standard, tango."Ye Fei Mo raised her eyebrow, her warm breath evened out. Her long hair cascaded down, and a thin blush appeared on her fair cheeks. Her eyelashes were g...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. 。ate a few more. Cast a wide net and fish around, maybe you'll meet someone even better. 。Warm tears welled up, she felt that asking Man Tung this question was truly foolish of her. 。But what Man Don...