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.,His blood heated up more intensely than ever before; the sensation was a hundred times more intense than anything in previous encounters. Just thinking that his brother was outside and he had reacted due to him made Mo Xiaobai feel like slamming into the wall would be preferable.,Moyaoyao thought about it and typed, “Half an hour.”。