Males are creatures of sensation, and their bodies have no shame; they become hard when stimulated. This thought process caused Mo Xiaobai great distress as he attempted to imagine Ji Bing's body instead of another male figure, but the resulting images were fragmented and severely tormented his heart and soul. Unable to control himself any longer, Mo Xiaobai’s hand involuntarily moved downward to grasp his heated arousal.,But now, he couldn’t dwell on it. His entire body relaxed as he lay comfortably under the hot water, letting it wash away something—something that needed to be taken away. With his eyes closed, he thought about his just-now depraved thoughts and wished to whip himself a hundred times.,Moxiao Bai was curious about what Moyaoyao was doing, but when he approached, Moyaoyao had closed the chat page. Moxiao Bai thought to himself that the boss was a typical workaholic and considered chatting as a waste of time.。