"What are you doing" Mo Yao asked upon seeing the pillowcase quiver from under the blankets, finding it peculiar and asking out of curiosity. Mo Xiaobai's body stiffened as if his blood had frozen over with anxiety; he nearly hurt himself in his flustered state. The pain was excruciating, and Mo Yao found this even more strange. Mo Xiaobai felt suffocated by the intense torment.,Moyao had no idea what Mo Xiaobai was up to, but the intense heat from under the covers made him reach out and ask, "Are you發燒了",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.。