"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.,He never realized how intriguing and worthy of repeated contemplation Xiao Yao's voice was until now. It felt like he was going insane.,Physical contact made Mo Xiaobai feel an intense rush of blood towards his face, staining every inch of his body with a deep red shade, unbearable in its intensity.。