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d cheongsam shop in city A. 。"Wear a cheongsam" Wen Nuan asked, Ye Fei Mo nodded. The stylist was an elegant middle-aged woman named Fei Ling, tall and with a strong scholarly air. She wore a black e...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. 。this smell, surrounding him from all directions, suffocating him. Mo Xiaobai refused to give up. He didn't want to believe that there was a part of Mo Yao in his fragmented corpse. He couldn't believe...