romised him she wouldn't interfere with him and Zhao Yuning, and he couldn't interfere with her life either.She said, flustered, this was Blueberry Night, not Casablanca.She originally invited him out...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. 。m right!Tang Shuwen and others drank alcohol and watched a play, making a lot of noise as they played around.At this moment, it's truly wonderful. Young, energetic, and joyful. A group of friends who...