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y were imperial relatives. They didn't have to worry about anyone's face and held secure positions. Even without working, they still received money, making it incredibly comfortable. Who wouldn't want...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. 。 the surroundings were eerily quiet, not a single sound could be heard. 。"Brother Liucheng, have you eaten" Wen asked warmly, as if it was a casual greeting. Thinking about it carefully, she hadn't c...