“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.,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.,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.。