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his outfit had nothing to do with the word "handsome." In his eyes, his little golden egg should have been wearing its original, unchanging clothes – that was truly handsome. His aesthetic sense was s...ck of his hand, he felt his skin burning up. Mo Yao cursed inwardly, but he enjoyed such softness 。Why is he so selfish 。"How long" Mo Yao asked coldly. If it were the past, he would have nodded happ...