"What are you doing" Mo Yao asked upon seeing the pillowcase quiver from under the blankets, finding it peculiar and asking out of curiosity. Mo Xiaobai's body stiffened as if his blood had frozen over with anxiety; he nearly hurt himself in his flustered state. The pain was excruciating, and Mo Yao found this even more strange. Mo Xiaobai felt suffocated by the intense torment.,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.,Moe Yao pondered why he needed to know what Mo Baixue was up to inside. Why did it matter what he did Right now, his expression seemed normal with no signs of anything unusual; even his smile appeared clean and mischievous as always. He was just the same as before—had he really seen something wrong earlier Yes, that must have been a mistake.。