d tightly. She was battered and bruised, and two men stood not far away. At a glance, he knew what had happened.He was furious that she had dared to rush out like this, without any regard for her own...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. 。 coldly, completely focused. Suddenly, a chilling and dangerous aura approached Mo Xiaobai from behind. Before he could turn his head, he heard a tiny sound, like the sound of a bullet leaving the bar...