"It's okay, it's okay," Mo Xiaobai consoled himself. "Reacting is not shameful; every man has moments where they react after being pent up for too long. This is a natural physiological phenomenon. Since my cousin described something similar to women, I should feel at ease and shouldn't be tense.",More fragmented scenes flashed through his mind, causing Mo Xiaobai to curse himself for being foolish and letting his judgment be clouded; he didn't know how to explain imagining women in such a manner. In extreme frustration, a chill swept over him as Mo Yao pulled back the covers and lay down beside him. Mo Xiaobai was at a loss of what to do next, not daring to move or let go.,They played in the game day and night, yet it was rare to see Moyaoyao come out for even a round; he was restrained and composed.。