The implicit desire and heated breath were overwhelming.,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.,Cold sweat slowly climbed up his spine; the red on his face vanished instantly, leaving a pale complexion hard to ignore.。