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