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.,Moyaoyao thought about it and typed, “Half an hour.”,Moyaoyao’s hand trembled… What kind of answer is this Is Ye Feimo joking around。