cted decisively and concealed the matter. He turned back and intended to tell Wen Nuan about it.” 。"You're all so lively, but who is this warm person" An investor asked. 。Lin Dao and Tang Shuwen's eye...Yuwang was looking up, his head hard and aching. Mo Xiaobai's whole body muscles were tense, like a string about to break. Blood surged in his veins, roaring fiercely, almost exploding with the scorching heat and tension, leaving Mo Xiaobai sweating profusely.
Damn it, I'm so easily tempted. To even have a reaction to a man's body, what the hell is wrong with me Mo Xiaobai was sweating profusely as he continuously reflected, finally concluding that he hadn't had sex with a woman in too long, which caused this extreme phenomenon.
Men are animals driven by their senses. The body is the most unrestrained thing, saying hard is hard, thinking what it thinks. This caused consequences that made Mo Xiaobai very distressed. He tried his best to imagine the scene in his mind as Ji Bing, but ultimately he found it extremely painful. The images he fantasized were fragmented and severely tormented his heart and body. Mo Xiaobai's hand couldn't help but move downward, grasping his own heat.
Basically, Mo Xiaobai is an optimistic person.
He is also a very smart person, so besides being troubled by this predicament, he also has ways to solve it.
It's okay, it's okay. Mo Xiaobai comforted himself like this. It's not shameful to have a reaction. Men, after holding back for a long time, who doesn't have a reaction This is a normal psychological phenomenon. His cousin described the scene very similarly to women, so he comforted himself, saying that this is a very normal physiological reaction and there's no need to be nervous.
His hands twirled and rolled, his heart was filled with immense distress. He was like Mo Xiaobai, a beloved and admired figure who bloomed wherever he went. Although a man's right hand is versatile and capable of solving any inconvenience, he rarely used it to address such situations. Unexpectedly...
“What are you doing” Mo Yao asked. He saw the lump in the blanket shaking constantly, which was very strange, so he opened his mouth to ask. Mo Xiaobai’s whole body stiffened, his blood seemed to freeze, and this tension almost made him break his own thing, of course, he cursed in pain. Mo Yao was even more puzzled. Mo Xiaobai’s whole being was focused on that burning blood. He felt like he was suffocating in this long torture.
Some fragmented images flashed through his mind. Mo Xiaobai cursed himself for being an idiot, his thoughts were muddled and he didn't know how to put it into words, how to describe the woman in his fantasy... He was extremely frustrated, suddenly a chill swept past him from the side, Mo Yao lifted the blanket and lay down beside him. Mo Xiaobai secretly groaned, wondering what to do. He didn't dare to move, he couldn't even move his hand, he just clenched it tightly.
Next to him was Mo Yao's presence, his scent, similar to his own, caused Mo Xiaobai's blood to boil. Ye Feimo's words echoed in his ears like a demon, he wished he could ram his head into the tofu.
How could he never have noticed, little cousin's voice is so nostalgic It's worth him savoring it over and over again, he's going crazy.
I am hot, all over.
Mo Yao didn't know what Mo Xiaobai was doing, but the high temperature under the quilt made him reach out and ask, "Are you burning up"
He touched Mo Xiaobai's bare arm. It was hot weather, and Mo Xiaobai had the good habit of sleeping naked as usual. But with the big boss in bed, he had to avoid it, so he put on a pair of long pants, but didn't wear anything on top. Mo Yao reached out his hand and touched his slippery skin.
Mo Xiaobai's skin on his arm was weathered, but it wasn't rough like that of an ordinary man who had been exposed to wind and rain. It still retained a certain fineness. Mo Yao was surprised because the touch was almost scalding hot, his muscles were tense to the extreme, and they were covered in sweat.
The feeling of skin touching sent a jolt through Mo Xiaobai. His blood rushed to his face, dyeing every inch of his skin crimson. The intensity of the redness was unbearable.
Subtle passion, burning breaths, yuwang makes everyone want to collapse.
He seemed like a man walking to the edge of a cliff, almost ready to jump without hesitation. This feeling of being on the brink of death had never been so intense.
He didn't dare to move, but his body was achingly stiff. Mo Yao lifted the covers and grabbed Mo Xiaobai's arm, just about to turn him back, when Mo Xiaobai suddenly shot up from the bed like a carp leaping over a waterfall, "I forgot to brush my teeth."
He bolted upright from the bed, practically running to the bathroom as if escaping something. He almost tripped mid-way because he was so flustered. Mo Yao was stunned. Had he seen correctly Though it was just a fleeting glance, Mo Xiaobai had barely looked at him, yet Mo Yao still saw his flushed face, drenched in sweat, with moist and affectionate eyes. Mo Yao was bewildered. Had he been seeing things Or had Xiaobai had another episode
Mo Xiaobai rushed into the bathroom, almost impatiently ripping off his trousers. He turned on the shower and stood under the cascading water, holding himself tightly, moving back and forth. The heat filled the room. Mo Xiaobai supported himself against the wall with one hand, the other moving rhythmically. He tilted his head back, closing his eyes, enjoying the sensation. Sweat and water slid down his well-defined muscles, disappearing into the depths of his body.
Her blood was boiling, this stimulation seemed to surpass anything she'd ever felt before. Thinking about her brother outside, the fact that she'd just reacted to him, Mo Xiaobai didn't even care if she slammed her head against the wall right now.
He was like lying in a thrillingly terrifying ocean wave, constantly rolling, rising and falling, and surging forward. Finally, he climbed to the peak, releasing the burning liquid from his palm as it flowed down with the water current. Mo Xiaobai's body suddenly stiffened, tightly clenched, gritting his teeth so hard to restrain the words that were about to burst out of him. It was really too stimulating! His mind went blank, and his eyes rolled with fiery heat, then abruptly stopped, releasing... finally, his eyes slowly closed.
The power in his muscles slowly released, he felt soft all over and slowly slumped against the wall, letting the shower water continuously batter his body. His body was beautiful, with healthy, elegant muscle definition, possessing a deadly allure. Mo Xiaobai sat against the wall, closing his eyes to savor the last vestiges of pleasure. Why was he so easily undone
Men, they always have their moments when they use their right hand for everything. He's not a stranger to it; he's done it himself before. But never like this, never so stimulating, never so close to feeling like he was merging with his own life force.
The French say that a climax is like dying a little.
He seemed to have just experienced what it was like to die a small death. The feeling was stimulating, yet frightening. Thinking about everything that caused this, Mo Xiaobai felt a chill down his spine.
But now, he couldn't think too much. His whole body relaxed, lying comfortably in the hot water, as if deliberately letting the hot water wash away something, taking something away. He closed his eyes and thought about his own filthy thoughts just now, wishing he could whip himself a hundred times.
That kind of thinking is not acceptable.
He stayed in the bathroom for a long time, wiping his hair until it was half dry, brushing his teeth twice. He looked at his flushed face in the mirror and suddenly had an illusion: he was ruined.
Totally ruined.
Cold sweat slowly crawled up his spine, the flush on his face vanished instantly, leaving an undeniable pallor.
Mo Xiaobai gave up struggling. He refused to accept it, but he also didn't struggle. He looked at this...loss of control with his most ordinary heart. He told himself, it was just a normal physiological phenomenon, this is normal.
When he came out, the boss was playing on the computer. He raised his eyes to glance at Mo Xiaobai, as if trying to discern something amiss from Mo Xiaobai's face, trying to guess what he had been doing in the bathroom during this half hour.
Ke Mo Yao was thinking, why did I have to know what he did in there Why did I have to know, Xiaobai did anything and nothing to do with me, right He now looked normal, without a hint of abnormality. It seemed his smile was also clean and cunning, he was the same as before. Just that fleeting glance, he must have been mistaken, yes, he must have been mistaken.
Mo Yao was thinking, this world's things, really the more you expect, the greater the disappointment.
Mò Xiǎobái was a little curious about what Mò Yáo was playing. When he went over, Mò Yáo closed the chat page. Mò Xiǎobái thought, his elder brother is a typical workaholic, chatting would be a waste of time for him.
They played in the game until dawn and it was rare for Mo Yao to come out for a spin. He was restrained and calm.
Moreover, he hates wasting time on meaningless things.
I just went through a thrilling event. Mo Xiaobai is looking a little sickly, dragging his head and huddled aside. He's very downcast; the boss didn't even ask him a word Isn't that a bit unusual His condition was obviously off just now, anyone could tell something was fishy, but the boss didn't even ask. This doesn't seem like the boss's usual style at all.
Mo Xiaobai secretly glanced, oh... The boss's figure is really good, right in the bullseye.
Damn it, my body is pretty good too. Just admiring myself in the mirror, why admire him for Thinking this way, Mo Xiaobai turned his face away decisively and quickly.
Mo Yao glanced at Mo Xiaobai, his brows slightly furrowed. The other was lying on his back, looking a little sullen. Mo Yao secretly opened the chat interface, Ye Family's second young master's flamboyant wedding photo avatar almost blinded people with its ostentatious display.
The chat log went like this: Mo Yao recounted the entire situation, leaving no details out, and asked Ye Fei Mo for an explanation.
He didn't ask how long Ye Fei had been gone.
Mo Yao thought for a moment, typing it out in one line, half an hour.
Ye Fei decisively replied with a single word, he was using his omnipotent right hand.
Mo Yao's hand trembled... What kind of answer was this Was Ye Fei Mo joking
I haven't been very diligent lately, but I'll still shout out loud, ahhhh! Anyone got a gold medal to give Hehehe... knows she likes Fang Liucheng, and Fang Liucheng himself is aware of it too. It's just that no one has broken through this layer of unspoken truth.The further Ye Fei Mo flipped, the gloomier his face...