th's wounds, you couldn't see people's faces, only a black-haired woman wearing a sleeveless t-shirt and black hot pants with a butterfly identical to Warmth on her shoulder.Warmth doesn't make sense“...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. 。if you were to kill me, even if bullets pierced my chest, I would believe that it was just an accidental discharge, not your true intention to harm me. This was a trust so profound that I would entrus...