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she also agrees with the point of view that artists are vain, but she expresses it so subtly, so artistically.A wave of cheers erupted from the audience. The warm words not only failed to make the fan...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. 。d, motioning for them to step aside. He looked at Warmth, "What do you want to say"Warmth faltered for a moment, though her English was rather broken, simple conversations she could manage. "Let me go...