The scent from Mo Yao's body, familiar yet different from his own, suddenly made Mo Xiaobai’s heated blood explode in his veins as Ye Feimo's words echoed menacingly in his ears; he wished nothing more than to bang his head against the tofu.,Cold sweat slowly climbed up his spine; the red on his face vanished instantly, leaving a pale complexion hard to ignore.,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.。