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.,He touched Mo Xiaobai's bare arm. Given the weather, it was a common practice for Mo Xiaobai to sleep in the nude, yet with their leader present, he had to be cautious. He wore long pants but nothing on top, so when Moyao reached out, his smooth skin came into contact.,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.。