Generally speaking, Mo Xiaobai was an optimistic person.,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.,He stayed in the bathroom for quite some time, drying his hair halfway through, brushing his teeth twice. Looking at his flushed face in the mirror, he had an illusion that he was ruined.。