Moyao had no idea what Mo Xiaobai was up to, but the intense heat from under the covers made him reach out and ask, "Are you發燒了",Mo Xiaobai rushed into the bathroom and hastily pulled off his pants, turning on the shower. He stood under it, gripping himself and moving in rhythm. Steam filled the bathroom as he leaned against the wall with one hand while stimulating himself. Sweat mingled with water to run down the beautiful contours of his muscles, disappearing between them.,Ye Feimo replied decisively: He was using his all-purpose right hand.。