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.,The implicit desire and heated breath were overwhelming.,Afraid to move but in pain, Moyao lifted the covers, intending to turn Mo Xiaobai around and hold his arm when Mo Xiaobai suddenly sprang up from bed, saying, "I forgot to brush my teeth."。