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ne would know 。“Not ink……”Yè Fēi Mò hugged her, gently kissing the nape of her neck, accommodating her fear. He understood this feeling better than anyone, “The first time I heard gunfire, it was jus...e 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 c...