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.,Mo Xiaobai rushed into the bathroom and hastily pulled off his pants, turning on the shower. He stood under it, gripping himself and moving in rhythm. Steam filled the bathroom as he leaned against the wall with one hand while stimulating himself. Sweat mingled with water to run down the beautiful contours of his muscles, disappearing between them.,His blood heated up more intensely than ever before; the sensation was a hundred times more intense than anything in previous encounters. Just thinking that his brother was outside and he had reacted due to him made Mo Xiaobai feel like slamming into the wall would be preferable.。