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t want any of it at all. Sleep, sleep.""Is that so" Ye Fei Mo expressed doubt about this statement. In the darkness, Wen Nu only saw his deep eyes carrying a hint of deadly temptation, "Miss Wen, are...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."he didn't even care about it anymore, quickly brushed her teeth and washed her face, cursing something while she brushed. Ye Feimo looked at the two people washing side by side in the mirror, paused f...