Males are creatures of sensation, and their bodies have no shame; they become hard when stimulated. This thought process caused Mo Xiaobai great distress as he attempted to imagine Ji Bing's body instead of another male figure, but the resulting images were fragmented and severely tormented his heart and soul. Unable to control himself any longer, Mo Xiaobai’s hand involuntarily moved downward to grasp his heated arousal.,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.,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.。