His hand moved around, stroking back and forth as he was incredibly frustrated. As someone who was loved by all, Mo Xiaobai rarely used his right hand for this purpose; now, however, in a city novel setting...,“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.,The chat history went like this: Moyaoyao narrated everything that had just happened in detail and asked Ye Feimo for an explanation.。