The scent from Mo Yao's body, familiar yet different from his own, suddenly made Mo Xiaobai’s heated blood explode in his veins as Ye Feimo's words echoed menacingly in his ears; he wished nothing more than to bang his head against the tofu.,Males, after all, have times when they use their versatile right hand. He’s not the first to do it, and he himself has done it before, but never had it felt so intense, as if it were merging with his very life.,But now, he couldn’t dwell on it. His entire body relaxed as he lay comfortably under the hot water, letting it wash away something—something that needed to be taken away. With his eyes closed, he thought about his just-now depraved thoughts and wished to whip himself a hundred times.。
