He bolted out of bed like he was escaping, nearly falling over in his haste. Moyao was taken aback; had he been mistaken Though just a fleeting glimpse and without direct eye contact, he saw Mo Xiaobai's flushed face, drenched with sweat, eyes moist with emotion. Was he hallucinating or did Mo Xiaobai have another episode,The strength in his muscles slowly dissipated, making his entire body limp. He leaned against the wall, allowing the shower to pummel his body endlessly. His physique was beautiful, with healthy muscle definition that was elegant and deadly seductive. Mo Xiaobai sat by the wall, eyes closed as he relished the lingering aftereffects, wondering why he couldn't resist any longer.,Moxiao Bai was curious about what Moyaoyao was doing, but when he approached, Moyaoyao had closed the chat page. Moxiao Bai thought to himself that the boss was a typical workaholic and considered chatting as a waste of time.。