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nting. Wen Nuan held Ye Fei Mo's hand and strolled along the river. It was still a bit chilly on a spring night, making Wen Nuan's nose slightly red. Ye Fei Mo worried that she would catch cold and su...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." unaware. Unless he himself doesn't want to spend his life with the other party. 。"Haha, little cousin, you have to use your brains! Otherwise, your wife will really be taken away." 。Mo Xiaobai prete...