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ray him with milk, marrying whom… marrying whom…Mò Chēn suddenly touched Mò Xiǎobái's stomach. Mò Xiǎobái lowered his head and looked at him with infinite expectation and grievance, "Little brother, i...Fang Jiaqi tugged at Zhuque's hand, signaling her to stop talking. She didn't want to provoke Mo Yao either. She whispered in Zhuque's ear, "Let's go.", but as soon as he moved, he pulled at his wound. Mo Xiaobai couldn't stand it anymore, so he walked over and pressed him down, taking off his clothes without asking for permission. Mo Yao also gave...