。He longed for her. 。Warmth dared not move, under his gaze, her heart ached. 。He looked down at the woman beneath him, his eyes were filled with lust, her clothes were disheveled, and her cheeks were...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. 。 but then turned his face, his expression turning heavy. He looked at his phone, sighed slightly, and said, "Forget it, I won't answer. The big boss wouldn't ignore him for long, he would call him bac...