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 never realized how intriguing and worthy of repeated contemplation Xiao Yao's voice was until now. It felt like he was going insane.,They played in the game day and night, yet it was rare to see Moyaoyao come out for even a round; he was restrained and composed.。