"What are you doing" Mo Yao asked upon seeing the pillowcase quiver from under the blankets, finding it peculiar and asking out of curiosity. Mo Xiaobai's body stiffened as if his blood had frozen over with anxiety; he nearly hurt himself in his flustered state. The pain was excruciating, and Mo Yao found this even more strange. Mo Xiaobai felt suffocated by the intense torment.,The implicit desire and heated breath were overwhelming.,He stayed in the bathroom for quite some time, drying his hair halfway through, brushing his teeth twice. Looking at his flushed face in the mirror, he had an illusion that he was ruined.。