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ly playing with his chopsticks, when he looked up and saw Wen Nuan staring at him. Her eyes were narrowed, a blazing anger in their depths like shimmering peach blossoms."Leaf is not ink, wipe the flo...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. 。tly."What's wrong""I got hurt in Somalia, why are you all so worried" Xiaobai asked. Mo Yao's temples throbbed visibly, his heart sinking half way. It had been five years since the incident in Somalia...