Mo Xiaobai rushed into the bathroom and hastily pulled off his pants, turning on the shower. He stood under it, gripping himself and moving in rhythm. Steam filled the bathroom as he leaned against the wall with one hand while stimulating himself. Sweat mingled with water to run down the beautiful contours of his muscles, disappearing between them.,It seemed that he just experienced what they meant by a little death. This sensation was thrilling yet terrifying. Thinking of everything leading to this moment made Mo Baixue’s spine chill.,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.。