The Substitute Ex-Wi

"What are you doing" Mo Yao asked upon seeing the pillowcase quiver from under the blankets, finding it peculiar and asking out of curiosity. Mo Xiaobai's body stiffened as if his blood had frozen over with anxiety; he nearly hurt himself in his flustered state. The pain was excruciating, and Mo Yao found this even more strange. Mo Xiaobai felt suffocated by the intense torment.,Males, after all, have times when they use their versatile right hand. He’s not the first to do it, and he himself has done it before, but never had it felt so intense, as if it were merging with his very life.,Cold sweat slowly climbed up his spine; the red on his face vanished instantly, leaving a pale complexion hard to ignore.。