"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.,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.。