Chapter 604

still dripping wet, and his robe was open, revealing water droplets on his collarbones that shimmered seductively under the lighting. He exuded an aura of dangerous sensuality. His eyes were dark and...Chapter 604

Maozi was so easily aroused. He actually had a reaction just by looking at a man's body; what kind of situation is this Mo Xiaobai sweated profusely while reflecting on himself, and ultimately concluded that it was because he hadn't been with a woman in too long that such an extreme phenomenon occurred.

Men are sensory creatures, and their bodies have no morals. They stiffen when they should, and think what they want to think, leading to consequences that greatly troubled Mo Xiaobai. He tried his best to imagine the scene as Ji Bing, but eventually found it extremely painful, with the fragmented scenes severely tormenting both his heart and body.

Essentially, Mo Xiaobai was an optimistic person.

He also had a very Ah Q mentality, so while he苦惱於這樣的困境，他也找到瞭解決的辦法。

No worries, no worries, Mo Xiaobai comforted himself. Having a reaction wasn't shameful; men who are憋久了都會有些反應，這是正常的心理現象。他家小表哥描述的畫麵和女人很相似，所以他安慰自己，這是正常的生理反應，不應該緊張。

He was extremely depressed inside, as someone as popular and charming as Mo Xiaobai, even though a man's right hand is omnipotent, he rarely used it to solve certain difficulties. Who would have thought...

"What are you doing" Mo Yao asked when he saw the lump under the quilt constantly trembling, feeling very strange and asking out loud. Mo Xiaobai stiffened all over, his blood seemed to freeze, as he was so nervous that he almost hurt himself in an attempt to relieve the tension. Of course, it hurt so much that he wanted to curse, which made Mo Yao even more puzzled. All of Mo Xiaobai's focus and sensations were on the scorching blood surging through his body; he felt like he would suffocate in this prolonged torment.

Fragmented scenes kept rushing into his mind again, and Mo Xiaobai cursed himself as an idiot for being overwhelmed by lust, not knowing how to describe imagining a woman... He was extremely depressed when suddenly a chill came from the side, and Mo Yao pulled back the quilt and lay down beside him. Mo Xiaobai silently groaned in despair, unsure of what to do. He didn't even dare move his hand anymore, holding it tightly.

The scent next to him was that of Mo Yao, familiar to him; it made Mo Xiaobai's blood boil explosively. Ye Feimo's words spun like a spell in his ears, making him want to bang his head against the tofu.

How had he never noticed before how delightful his cousin's voice was, worthy of such repeated savoring He felt like he was going mad.

Feeling hot all over.

Mò Yáo had no idea what Mò Xiǎobái was doing, but the extreme heat under his blanket made him reach out and ask, "Are you發燒了？"

The weather was warm, and according to Mò Xiǎobái's usual habit of sleeping nude, he usually wore long pants out of respect for their leader’s presence. However, his upper body was bare. When Mò Yáo reached in, his fingers touched the smooth skin beneath.

Mò Xiǎobái's arm had seen its share of sun and rain but still retained a certain softness not typical to most men who endured such conditions. What shocked Mò Yáo was how scorching hot it felt under his touch, as if it could catch fire at any moment, with the muscles tense to an extreme degree and covered in sweat.

The contact made Mò Xiǎobái feel a sudden rush of blood flooding his face, coloring his skin red from head to toe. The intensity was overwhelming.

It felt like standing at the edge of a cliff, about to jump without hesitation. This feeling of impending death had never been more intense before.

Mò Xiǎobái didn't dare move but felt a painful hardness in his body. As Mò Yáo lifted the blanket and tried to turn him around, Mò Xiǎobái suddenly flipped up from bed saying, "I forgot to brush my teeth."

He quickly got up and rushed towards the bathroom as if escaping, nearly stumbling due to his flustered state. Mò Yáo was taken aback; did he see it right Although it was just a glimpse and Mò Xiǎobái had mostly avoided eye contact, he still saw a blushing face covered in sweat with moist, affectionate eyes. Was he mistaken or did something trigger another episode

Mò Xiǎobái rushed into the bathroom, quickly tugging off his long pants and turning on the shower. Steam filled the room as he leaned against the wall, head tilted back, eyes closed, letting the water flow down his sculpted muscles.

The heat in his body only intensified, more so than ever when inside a woman’s embrace, knowing it was his brother outside who had provoked such a reaction. Mò Xiǎobái felt like he would rather bang his head against the wall to end it all.

The tension slowly released from his muscles as he slumped against the wall, letting the water wash over him. His body was beautiful, with healthy and elegant muscle definition that hinted at a dangerous allure. Mò Xiǎobái sat there, eyes closed, savoring the last echoes of it all, wondering why he couldn't control himself.

Males, after all, have moments when they use their dexterous right hand; he's not the only one to do it. Yet, this time felt different, as if his life was merging with it.

He seemed to have just experienced a near-death experience of sorts, which was thrilling yet terrifying. Thinking about everything that led to this moment made Mo Baixue feel chills down his spine.

Now, he didn't want to think too much. His whole body relaxed as he lay in the warm water, seemingly allowing it to wash away something. With his eyes closed, he thought of his recent dirty thoughts and wished he could whip himself a hundred times.

These kinds of thoughts were not good.

He spent quite some time in the bathroom, drying his hair halfway through and brushing his teeth twice. Looking at himself in the mirror with flushed cheeks gave him an illusion that he was ruined.

Completely ruined.

Cold sweat slowly crept up his spine as the flush on his face vanished, giving him an unnerving paleness.

Moo BaiXue stopped struggling. He didn't want to accept it but he also didn't struggle against it. He viewed this … loss of control with the calmest part of himself and told himself that it was merely a normal physiological reaction, something completely acceptable.

When he came out, the big boss was playing on his computer. He glanced at Moo BaiXue, seemingly trying to discern any signs of abnormality from his expression, speculating what he had been doing in the bathroom for half an hour.

Moo Yao wondered why he needed to know what Moo BaiXue did inside, as if it mattered what he did. Now that his face was normal and showed no signs of distress, with a clean but cunning smile, everything seemed unchanged compared to before. That quick glance just now, had he seen wrong Yes, must have been mistaken.

Moo Yao thought that when it comes to expectations in this world, the greater they are, the bigger the disappointment will be.

Moxiao Bai was a little curious about what Moyaoyao was doing. When he went over, Moyaoyao closed the chat page. Moxiao Bai thought to himself that their boss was a typical workaholic and considered chatting as a waste of time.

They played in the game day and night but rarely saw Moyaoyao come out for a round of play; he was restrained and calm.

Moreover, he hated wasting time on meaningless things.

After just going through an intense affair, Moxiao Bai felt sickly. Pulling his head aside, he was rather depressed. Didn't the boss ask him a single question Was this unusual behavior His situation was clearly off; anyone could tell there was something fishy about it. Yet the boss didn’t even inquire—he seemed unlike himself.

Moxiao Bai glanced at him secretly—ah… their boss truly had an amazing physique, right on point.

My physique is also great; I can admire myself in front of a mirror just fine. Why does he need to admire his With this thought, Moxiao Bai quickly turned his face away again.

Moyaoyao glanced at Moxiao Bai and frowned slightly. Lying on the bed with his back facing him made him feel rather gloomy. Moyaoyao secretly opened the chat interface; Ye Family’s Second Young Master's flaming wedding profile picture was almost blinding in its ostentation.

The chat records were like this: Moyaoyao recounted everything that had just happened, leaving no detail out and asked Ye Feimo for an explanation.

Ye Feimo asked how long he had been gone.

Moyaoyao thought about it and typed one line: half an hour.

Ye Feimo decisively replied with a single sentence: He was using the magical right hand.r on, he got caught up in the joy of his children's happiness, neglecting his closest person.Perhaps people are all like this—they take their dearest ones for granted and make them wait endlessly beca...