Males are creatures of sensation, and their bodies have no shame; they become hard when stimulated. This thought process caused Mo Xiaobai great distress as he attempted to imagine Ji Bing's body instead of another male figure, but the resulting images were fragmented and severely tormented his heart and soul. Unable to control himself any longer, Mo Xiaobai’s hand involuntarily moved downward to grasp his heated arousal.,It seemed that he just experienced what they meant by a little death. This sensation was thrilling yet terrifying. Thinking of everything leading to this moment made Mo Baixue’s spine chill.,Moe Yao pondered why he needed to know what Mo Baixue was up to inside. Why did it matter what he did Right now, his expression seemed normal with no signs of anything unusual; even his smile appeared clean and mischievous as always. He was just the same as before—had he really seen something wrong earlier Yes, that must have been a mistake.。