The scent from Mo Yao's body, familiar yet different from his own, suddenly made Mo Xiaobai’s heated blood explode in his veins as Ye Feimo's words echoed menacingly in his ears; he wished nothing more than to bang his head against the tofu.,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",Moyaoyao’s hand trembled… What kind of answer is this Is Ye Feimo joking around。