touch his taboos. 。As soon as he touched her, the warm hand withdrew. She seemed to have anticipated that he would push her away. Her tender little hand clasped his, their ten fingers intertwined. 。Y...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. 。ng the house blocked out the light, making the interior dark and she couldn't tell if it was day or night.She couldn't help but feel terrified. Was this an ordinary kidnapping, or was she being threat...