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...,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.,They played in the game day and night, yet it was rare to see Moyaoyao come out for even a round; he was restrained and composed.。