classification:metropolis |
author:An Zhaoyao |
state:in the series |
update:(2025-03-29 06:20:29) |
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.,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.,“Damn it,” my physique is good too; I can admire myself in front of a mirror, why does he need to admire me Thinking this, Moxiao Bai quickly turned his face away again.。