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.He had initially thought she was an unknown actress yet to make her debut, and somewhat resembled someone who had been taken under Ye Feimo's wing. He never expected it to be Nuannuan."Nuannuan, why...Murphy was looking up, feeling a burning pain in his groin. Mo Xiaobai's muscles were tense as if they would snap at any moment; the hot blood rushing through his veins made him feel intensely heated and tight to the point of nearly bursting, causing Mo Xiaobai to break out into a cold sweat.

“Damn it, I'm not that easily aroused,” Mo Xiaobai thought to himself as he sweated profusely, reflecting on his reaction. He eventually concluded that it was because he hadn't been with a woman in too long that such an extreme response had occurred.

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.

Generally speaking, Mo Xiaobai was an optimistic person.

He was also quite an Ah Q type of individual; therefore, amidst the frustration caused by this predicament, he found a way to address it.

"It's okay, it's okay," Mo Xiaobai consoled himself. "Reacting is not shameful; every man has moments where they react after being pent up for too long. This is a natural physiological phenomenon. Since my cousin described something similar to women, I should feel at ease and shouldn't be tense."

His hand moved around, stroking back and forth as he was incredibly frustrated. As someone who was loved by all, Mo Xiaobai rarely used his right hand for this purpose; now, however, in a city novel setting...

"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.

More fragmented scenes flashed through his mind, causing Mo Xiaobai to curse himself for being foolish and letting his judgment be clouded; he didn't know how to explain imagining women in such a manner. In extreme frustration, a chill swept over him as Mo Yao pulled back the covers and lay down beside him. Mo Xiaobai was at a loss of what to do next, not daring to move or let go.

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.

He never realized how intriguing and worthy of repeated contemplation Xiao Yao's voice was until now. It felt like he was going insane.

Hot, every part of him was hot.

Moyao had no idea what Mo Xiaobai was up to, but the intense heat from under the covers made him reach out and ask, "Are you發燒了"

He touched Mo Xiaobai's bare arm. Given the weather, it was a common practice for Mo Xiaobai to sleep in the nude, yet with their leader present, he had to be cautious. He wore long pants but nothing on top, so when Moyao reached out, his smooth skin came into contact.

The skin on Mo Xiaobai's arm, though exposed to wind and rain, was not rough like most men’s; it remained soft. What surprised Moyao was that the skin felt almost scorching hot, muscles tense to the extreme, covered in sweat.

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.

The implicit desire and heated breath were overwhelming.

He felt as if he was at the edge of a cliff, about to jump without hesitation. This sense of near-death had never been so intense before.

Afraid to move but in pain, Moyao lifted the covers, intending to turn Mo Xiaobai around and hold his arm when Mo Xiaobai suddenly sprang up from bed, saying, "I forgot to brush my teeth."

He bolted out of bed like he was escaping, nearly falling over in his haste. Moyao was taken aback; had he been mistaken Though just a fleeting glimpse and without direct eye contact, he saw Mo Xiaobai's flushed face, drenched with sweat, eyes moist with emotion. Was he hallucinating or did Mo Xiaobai have another episode

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.

He felt as if tossed about in tumultuous waves, rising and falling ceaselessly until reaching climax, releasing it all into his hand. The heated essence slid down with water; Mo Xiaobai's body stiffened abruptly, biting down on his lower lip to suppress the urge to moan. It was so intense, leaving him blank-minded as fiery heat swirled in his eyes before stopping and releasing, finally closing them.

The strength in his muscles slowly dissipated, making his entire body limp. He leaned against the wall, allowing the shower to pummel his body endlessly. His physique was beautiful, with healthy muscle definition that was elegant and deadly seductive. Mo Xiaobai sat by the wall, eyes closed as he relished the lingering aftereffects, wondering why he couldn't resist any longer.

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.

The French say that this is like a little death.

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.

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.

These kinds of thoughts were unacceptable.

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.

Completely ruined.

Cold sweat slowly climbed up his spine; the red on his face vanished instantly, leaving a pale complexion hard to ignore.

Moe Baixue gave up struggling. He neither accepted nor fought against it. With a calm heart as usual, he viewed this… loss of control. He told himself that it was just a normal physiological reaction and nothing more than that.

When he came out, the boss was playing with his computer. He glanced at Mo Baixue, trying to see if there were any signs on his face indicating something amiss. He tried guessing what Mo Baixue had been doing in the bathroom for half an hour.

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.

Moe Yao thought to himself that in this world, the more you expect something, the greater your disappointment will be.

Moxiao Bai was curious about what Moyaoyao was doing, but when he approached, Moyaoyao had closed the chat page. Moxiao Bai thought to himself that the boss was a typical workaholic and considered chatting as a waste of time.

They played in the game day and night, yet it was rare to see Moyaoyao come out for even a round; he was restrained and composed.

Moreover, he hated wasting his time on meaningless activities.

After just going through an intense romantic affair, Moxiao Bai felt listless and dragged himself over to the side. He felt rather frustrated—didn't the boss ask him a single question Was this unusual behavior Given his obvious state of affairs earlier, it was clear something was off; anyone could tell there must be some intrigue involved, yet the boss didn’t even inquire about it. This wasn’t like the usual boss.

Moxiao Bai peeked surreptitiously—ah… The boss’s physique is truly enviable.

“Damn it,” my physique is good too; I can admire myself in front of a mirror, why does he need to admire me Thinking this, Moxiao Bai quickly turned his face away again.

Moyaoyao glanced at Moxiao Bai, slightly frowning. He lay with his back towards him, feeling somewhat gloomy. Moyaoyao secretly opened the chat interface; Ye Family’s Second Young Master’s flaming wedding photo profile picture was nearly blinding in its炫耀 (showiness).

The chat history went like this: Moyaoyao narrated everything that had just happened in detail and asked Ye Feimo for an explanation.

Ye Feimo asked how long he had been gone.

Moyaoyao thought about it and typed, “Half an hour.”

Ye Feimo replied decisively: He was using his all-purpose right hand.

Moyaoyao’s hand trembled… What kind of answer is this Is Ye Feimo joking aroundried out in pain: Mo Yao’s speed was far beyond hers. As she tried to assert her dominance over Mo Yao, she hadn’t expected him to strike so abruptly. With her throat clamped tightly and struggling fo...