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.,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.,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).。