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en trembled. That gaze was truly terrifying. Luckily, the director had some tricks up his sleeve. During editing, he captured her warm profile and used lighting and props to mask the intensity, creati...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. 。felt a pang of distress from afar, wanting nothing more than to embrace her and take away her pain and sorrow. 。She took the tissue, her embarrassment was evident to him once again. 。He always did thi...