It seemed that he just experienced what they meant by a little death. This sensation was thrilling yet terrifying. Thinking of everything leading to this moment made Mo Baixue’s spine chill.,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.,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.。