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st. Xiaobai and Mo Chen were multi-talented, playing piano, guitar, drums, and painting... Basically, nothing was difficult for Xiaobai. He was all-around, good at everything, and mastered it all. He...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. 。 awkward. He had grown so big, the number of times he had kissed a girl could be counted on one hand. The only person who could have such intimate contact with him was Gu BaoBao. 。To say it was purely...