dropped a cable and at the same time, the assassins rushed in...Dozens gathered on the sixth floor, all striving to reach the rooftop. Wu Shuang encountered each one, killing them without mercy. Gui...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. 。one what kind of year he'd had, living like a walking corpse. Several times, he almost gave up and relapsed, only managing to hold on thanks to the belief that Mo Yao would definitely not die. 。He had...