The skin on Mo Xiaobai's arm, though exposed to wind and rain, was not rough like most men’s; it remained soft. What surprised Moyao was that the skin felt almost scorching hot, muscles tense to the extreme, covered in sweat.,His blood heated up more intensely than ever before; the sensation was a hundred times more intense than anything in previous encounters. Just thinking that his brother was outside and he had reacted due to him made Mo Xiaobai feel like slamming into the wall would be preferable.,Cold sweat slowly climbed up his spine; the red on his face vanished instantly, leaving a pale complexion hard to ignore.。