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e of stupidity.Seeing this, and the continuing trend of low innovation, Ye Fei Mo was enraged and almost smashed the plate.Why was the young master so at ease in the Wen family, enjoying the tendernes...Afterward, Mo Xiaobai didn't faint like last time. He lay there in a daze, as if trying to regain a sense of reality. For some reason, Mo Yao hoped he would just stay conscious all night, at least so he could have one more hour, one more night with him. 。Mo Xiaobai lay lazily, once a man was satisfied, all sorts of lazy bugs would come out of his body, Xiaobai was no exception. He sweated profusely, qgyu after his eyes were wet and glistening, like a black obsidian gem covered in dewdrops. 。Mo Yao felt a pang of heartache seeing this. At this moment, Xiaobai remembered everything, the events that happened in his prison, the experiences he had in the forest, but he could only forget what happened during the time his memory was incomplete. It was as if he were two different people with two different sets of memories. Su Man said they would have to wait until he fully recovered for these memories to come back completely. 。Bai Ye said that generally speaking, Xiao Bai would faint after a qgyu session. It was because he released the impulse in his heart and without that stimulation, his body would completely relax and forget. Mo Yao didn't know why he was still awake now, but he was happy. Xiao Bai being awake now meant that their shared memories would be retained by him more. 。"Brother, are we at the Su Man's house" Xiaobai asked. 。Mo Yao nodded, Xiao Bai frowned and looked out the window. The stars were twinkling. Mo Yao's room offered a beautiful view of the night sky. Xiao Bai's face held no smile, unlike his bright smiles during the day. Even when he had just suffered from withdrawal symptoms, he would smile as if nothing was wrong to ease their worries. Now, he openly displayed his sadness, forgetting his usual attentiveness and immersing himself in his own world of solitude. 。The night gave people a heavier feeling. Mo Yao hugged him from behind, his chest pressed against his back, one hand circling around, holding him completely in his arms. The two were about the same height, so hugging like this was surprisingly well-matched. Xiaobai was used to curling up into a protective position, and Mo Yao gently stroked his chest. His suicide scar was still there, along with many scars on his chest, all of which had not yet healed. 。If he were motivated by a young lady's desire for beauty, he would have long since used scar cream to remove those unsightly scars. 。Xiaobai gripped Mo Yao's hand. His eyelids twitched slightly; he thought Xiaobai would pull his hand away, but Xiaobai held on instead, their ten fingers intertwined, placed on his chest. 。ing for life. How could that not be worth it for himThe soft reminder rang in his ears again. He loved speeding, and she always reminded him to drive carefully. A faint smile played at the corner of...