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Desire is rising, and it is painfully hot. Mo's whole body muscles were tense, as if the strings were about to break, and the blood screamed violently in the blood vessels, almost bursting into vascular heat and tension, making Mo sweat.

Shit, I can't stand flirting. Seeing a man's body will also have a reaction. What is this? Mo Xiaobai kept thinking about it in a big sweat, and finally came to a conclusion that he had not had a woman for too long, so there would be such an extreme phenomenon.

Men are all animals with senses, and the body is the most immoral thing. What is this idea, and its consequences make Mo Xiaobai very uneasy. He tried to imagine the picture in his mind as a lucky soldier, but in the end he found it very painful for him, and his imaginary picture was fragmented. Seriously tortured his heart, his body, Mo Xiaobai's hand could not help but go down and hold his own heat.

Basically, Mo Xiaobai is an optimistic person.

He is also a very Q person, so, in addition to distressed such a dilemma, he also has a solution.

It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, Mo Xiaobai comforted herself. There is no shame in reacting. The man held it for a long time, and no one responded. This is a normal psychological phenomenon. The picture described by my little cousin is very similar to that of a woman, so I comforted myself. This is a normal physiological reaction and should not be nervous.

His hand clutched his things and rolled around, feeling very depressed, as if he were everyone's favorite. Bloom's ink white, although a man's right hand is omnipotent, rarely uses his omnipotent right hand to solve a convenient dilemma, which I didn't expect. ...

"What are you doing?" Mo Yao asked, he saw that thing in the quilt kept shaking, which was very strange, so he asked, Mo Xiaobai was stiff all over, and his blood seemed to be frozen. He was so nervous that he almost broke his things. Of course, criticism is painful, and Mo Yao is even stranger. Mo Xiaobai felt that his whole body and mind were on boiling blood, and he felt that he was suffocating in this long torture.

In my mind, there are some fragmented pictures. Mo Xiaobai secretly called himself an idiot, and the sperm rushed to his brain. I don't know what to say. How to imagine a woman as ... He was so depressed that suddenly a chill came from the side, and Mo Yao lifted the quilt and lay in. Mo Xiaobai secretly complained, not knowing what to do. He didn't dare to move, nor did he dare to move his hand, so he clung to it.

Next to Mo Yao's breath, his body and his similar body odor made Mo Xiaobai's blood suddenly explode. Ye Fei's words like magic hovering in the ear, very anxious to bump into tofu.

Why did he never realize that my little cousin's voice is so infectious that it is worth tasting his voice back and forth? This is crazy.

Hot, hot all over.

Mo Yao didn't know what Mo Xiaobai was doing, but the high temperature in the quilt made him reach out. "Do you have a fever?"

He touched Mo Xiaobai's bare arm. It was a hot day. Mo Xiaobai has always had a fine tradition of sleeping naked, but the boss is in bed and he must avoid it, so he wears a pair of trousers, but he has nothing on his upper body. Mo Yao held out his hand. It was his greasy skin.

The skin on Mo's arm is weather-beaten, but it is not as rough as ordinary men. Still a little effeminate. To Mo Yao's surprise, his tentacles were almost hot, his muscles were tense to the extreme, and he was sweating all over.

The feeling of skin touching made Mo Xiaobai feel boom, and all his blood rushed to his face. The blood in his body dyed every skin red, and the extreme redness was unbearable.

Hidden passion, burning breath, desire, all make people collapse.

He seems to be a man standing on the edge of a cliff, almost desperate to jump, and this feeling of dying has never been so strong.

He dared not move, but his body was hard and painful. Mo Yao lifted the quilt and grabbed Mo Xiaobai's arm just to turn him around. Mo Xiaobai suddenly got out of bed with a carp. "I forgot to brush my teeth."

He got out of bed, almost escaped to the bathroom, and almost fell halfway because of embarrassment. Mo Yao shook, is he wrong? Although it was a glimpse, Mo Xiaobai hardly looked at him, but he still saw Mo Xiaobai, who was flushed, sweating all over, and his eyes were moist and affectionate. Mo Yao couldn't help wondering, was he just dazzled? Or is Xiao Bai smoking again?

Mo Xiaobai ran into the bathroom and almost couldn't wait to pull up his pants and turn on the shower. The whole person stood under the shower, holding his own desires and moving. The bathroom is full of hot air. Mo Xiaobai supported on the wall with one hand and moved with the other. He raised his head and closed his eyes to enjoy the pleasure. Sweat and water slid down the beautiful muscle texture and disappeared into the deepest part of his body.

The whole body blood is getting hotter and hotter. This kind of stimulation seems to be a hundred times better than before in women. At the thought of his brother outside, he just glanced at his brother and reacted. It doesn't matter if Mo Xiaobai wants to hit a wall like this.

He lay in the thrilling waves, constantly rolling, constantly ups and downs, constantly sprinting, and finally climbed to the top and released in his hands. The boiling liquid slipped down with the water, and Mo Xiaobai's body suddenly became stiff and tight. He bit his lower lip and held back his groans. It's really exciting. His mind went blank, his eyes rolled out of the hot fire, then suddenly stopped, let go, and.

The strength in the muscles was slowly released, and he was tender all over. He slowly sat down against the wall and let the shower water sprint all over his body. His figure is beautiful, and his muscle texture is healthy, elegant and deadly. Mo Xiaobai sat against the wall, enjoying the last aftertaste with his eyes closed. Why is he so unbearable?

A man always uses his right hand. It's not like he hasn't used it. He has done it himself, but he has never been so excited. It never seemed to blend in with his life.

The French say orgasm is a small death.

He seems to have just experienced what come to a bad end is. This feeling is exciting, but frightening. After thinking about the causes of all this, Mo Xiaobai's back became cold.

But now, he can't think much. He relaxes all over and lies under the hot water warmly, as if deliberately letting the hot water wash away and take away something. He closes his eyes and thinks about his nasty thoughts just now, wishing to smoke himself a hundred times.

This idea is unacceptable.

He stayed in the bathroom for a long time, wiped his hair half dry and brushed his teeth twice. He looked at himself in the mirror and suddenly had the illusion that he was destroyed.

It was completely destroyed.

Cold sweat slowly climbed up the back, and the redness on the face disappeared instantly, making people feel a kind of pallor that can not be ignored.

Mo Xiaobai gave up the struggle. He didn't accept it, but he didn't struggle. He looked at this time with the most normal heart ... out of control. He told himself that this is just a normal physiological phenomenon, very normal.

When he came out, the boss was playing computer. He looked up at Mo Xiaobai, as if he wanted to see something was wrong from Mo Xiaobai's face, and wanted to guess what he was doing in the bathroom from this half hour.

But Mo Yao thought, why do I have to know what he did in it? Why do I have to know? What Xiao Bai does has nothing to do with me, right? He looks normal now, without any abnormality, and seems to have a clean and sly smile. He is no different from the past. At that glance, he was wrong. Yes, he was wrong. He must be wrong.

Mo Yao is thinking that the greater your expectations, the greater your disappointment.

Mo Xiaobai is curious about what Mo Yao is playing. When he went over, Mo Yao closed the chat page. Mo Xiaobai thinks that the boss is a typical workaholic, and it is undoubtedly a waste of time for him to talk about such things.

They play games in the dark, and Mo Yao seldom comes out to play. He is restrained and calm.

Besides, he hates spending time doing meaningless things.

Just after a thrilling affair, Mo Xiaobai was a little uncomfortable and turned his head to one side. He was depressed. The boss didn't ask him a word? Is it a little abnormal? His situation was obviously wrong just now, but everyone knew there must be something fishy, but the boss didn't ask, which was a bit unlike the boss's style.

Mo Xiaobai sneaked a glance, alas ... The boss is in good shape, which is right in the middle.

Damn it, I have a good figure, so I appreciate what he does in front of the mirror. Thought of here, Mo Xiaobai turned his face decisively and quickly.

At Mo Xiaobai, Mo Yao frowned slightly. He was lying with his back to him, feeling a little stuffy. Mo Yao secretly opened the chat interface, and Ye Jia Sauer showed off his red wedding photos almost blindly.

The chat record is like this. Told me what happened just now, and told me everything in detail, and asked Ye Fei what Mo explained.

Ye Murphy asked him how long he had been gone.

Mo Yao wanted to think, on a line of words for half an hour.

Ye Murphy decisively replied that he used the omnipotent right hand.

Mo Yao shook his hand ... What is this promise? Ye Murphy is funny, right?

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Mo Yao was surprised to see a few words on the screen, then looked at Mo Xiaobai. He is resting with his back to him. He couldn't see Mo Xiaobai's look, but he vaguely remembered the difference when he got up.

Mo Yao believes that Xiaobai should not be true. ...

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Mo Yao thought about it and thought it was normal. After all, Xiao Bai is still young. He is only 23 years old this year. He is strong and full of young people's blood. He has been taking care of him these days, but it's nothing ... Ahem, it seems quite reasonable. This person is the most unreliable thing after all, and sometimes it really isn't his own. He expressed his understanding. At this thought, Mo Yao thinks it's nothing.

So he calmly replied to Ye, Oh.

This means that he knows that Ye Murphy is vomiting blood for three liters at the computer, which makes him feel that he is going to die. Boss, can you stop being so dull? ...

Ye Murphy was so depressed. He had a hard time finding the lost lamb. Who knows that the lost lamb didn't go in his direction, which made Ye Er, who has always been insidious, a little depressed.

But who is Ye? What a strong heart he has. Mo Yuan, he is afraid of others. Warm aside laughing wildly, she felt that men's friendship and affection were really strange. It's really a little special, so fishy.

Of all the men she has met, she has never seen a brother with such good feelings.

This friendship is just different.

Ye suddenly felt a little hesitant, so he didn't want to make it clear. Think about it or forget it. The secret love period is actually a beautiful memory. Some people say that love in the hazy period is the most exciting. Although he feels that the hazy period of Mohe is a bit long, he feels that it is really a sin to destroy this hazy period naked. Besides, the boss knows that Mo Xiaobai is bored.

He just wants to toss Mo Xiaobai ...

Ye Murphy silently deleted a typed thought. He typed a new line. Mo Yao, do you think Xiao Bai is interested in you? This sentence shocked Mo Yao.

Ink warm holding Ye Fei arm spray smile, "ink, you are too bad, really, too bad ..."

Ye Murphy showed an innocent expression. He didn't know what the warmth was saying. The warmth fluttered in his arms like fallen leaves. She really thinks her man is too bad. Ye said that the most poisonous man's heart.

I can't help it

Warm thought, she has done a good job of prenatal education. If such a sad father keeps close contact with her baby for a long time, she may also dye her baby black.

Looking at Ye's judgment, I thought about it again. Is Xiao Bai interested in him?

If this is something else, Mo Yao will ask what is next when he is in doubt, but he doesn't have the courage in this matter, because Mo Xiaobai shows the sincerity that you are my brother everywhere. All he saw in Mo Xiaobai's eyes was brotherhood. Why did he abuse himself? Although I have been abusing myself for so many years, I am a little numb, but the boss always flinches at the last hurdle.

Others looked at him and were dead set on Xiao Bai. Some people also hinted that if you don't get it, forget it. You are your own brother, a brother all your life, and a close person. You are satisfied with a place in your heart, and it is not the most important. Xiaobai is really indifferent to him and can't force him.

Others dare not persuade him, just suggesting that Mo Yao is a smart man and can't understand.

Do they think he doesn't understand this truth? Can't force, feelings are the most important, so he didn't force. He loves Xiao Bai. That's his business. He won't force Xiao Bai to like him. He just does what he thinks he should do and dotes on the people he wants to spoil. He doesn't feel that he has lost money or that he is stupid. He just likes it. Who can say anything? They all think that feelings are faucets. It's not easy when you want to turn them on or off.

Mo Yao turned off the computer, but the wound didn't heal well, and there was a dull pain. He doesn't know where it hurts. He is in pain, or the wound is very painful. He pulled the wound with love, or the wound was tempted. In short, it is pain. He is familiar with the feeling of pain, but this kind of pain is unbearable. Mo Yao frowned slightly, lay down quietly and held out his hand to put out the bedside lamp.

In the dark, people's senses are more sensitive. Mo Xiaobai felt wrapped in a high-temperature quilt, surrounded by a natural heat source, and the continuous heat that seemed to burn the skin came from the side. He has a desire to run away. He constantly wondered whether Mo Yao really knew what he was doing. Even if he knew what he was doing, he would think, why did he do this?

Ink small white wry smile, the boss should be unexpected, because the boss ...

It's quiet around, so quiet that you can only hear each other's heartbeats. Mo Xiaobai suddenly had a wish. He wants to ask whether Mo Yao has been worth all these years. He asked if Ji Bing was worth it, but he never personally asked the boss if it was worth it. Mo Xiaobai doesn't want to admit that he is weak at the moment and dare not face this problem. The boss must think it's worth it, but he doesn't.

Wasted more than ten years of good time.

Boss, he really loves me, really loves me. If it is not true love, how can he persist for so long? But because of love, is he not tired? This is unrequited love.

Mo Xiaobai found that he never seriously thought about the problems between him and his boss, and never put down his heart and talked with his boss. There is an abrupt feeling between them.

He is hiding.

This is a coward's behavior, and he knows it.

It's nice of the boss. He has nothing to say about his appearance, personality and ability. He has nothing to say. He is perfect. He can't find any faults in Mo Yao.

He has everything a person desires.

But why is the boss so unhappy? Because of him.

The boss is like a bamboo, jealously jealous, but not showing his edge. He has a knot in his heart. He had a vague idea before. If the boss is a woman, he will catch up with everything he says and spoil it for the rest of his life.

Unfortunately, the boss is the boss, not his brother.

He was embarrassed to give up this damn idea, and the road to avoid the boss became smoother and darker. Today, he feels a little sad. The once embarrassed teenager died in this embarrassment and died at a loss.

Mo remote sensing was conveyed to him, but he didn't know how to speak. Ye's words hovered in his mind and he gave a wry smile. At the end of the day, he felt more and more masochistic, and he didn't think deeply.

In the dark, Mo Xiaobai's voice was too low to hear clearly, so he called to him, "Boss ... Are you asleep?"

"What's the matter?"

Mo Xiaobai shook his head and said, "Nothing, I can't sleep."

Mo Yao didn't speak, Mo Xiaobai didn't speak, and I don't know how long it took. Mo Xiaobai heard Mo Yao's even breathing, and he fell asleep. The boss's wound hasn't completely healed. He was very tired at one time. He went to bed early recently.

By the dim light, Mo Xiaobai has an illusion that the boss is really ... beautiful.

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The next day, Mo Xiaobai accompanied the boss to the hospital for reexamination. The wound has officially healed and is being changed. Within a week, the wound will be healed. On the way back from the hospital, Mo Yao always thought that maybe it was time for him to leave.

His injury has almost healed. He has no reason to stay in Washington, Mo Xiaobai's home. He has to leave.

Sometimes, life is good at making fun of you.

Mo Xiaobai likes to drive fast. Because of his good driving skills, he likes to listen to rock and roll while driving fast. Mo Yao said he had many times, but he didn't think it mattered. The probability of his accident is as difficult as that of Mars hitting the earth. He is a good driver, and he can make an S-shape even in the winding traffic. He got home a few minutes earlier than others, and the traffic in Washington was in the rush hour. Coincidentally, two people ran into a car accident. A sports car rushed out of a one-way street at a great speed and ran a red light. It collided with a truck very tragically. Both cars were fast, and they hit the big car. The sports car made a loud noise on the ground and spun at a burly speed, hitting Mo Xiaobai's sports car. Mo Xiaobai quickly braked. He was driving very fast, so he suddenly braked and the sports car hit from behind. Around several cars hit at the same time, there are two cars hit the side of the sports car, a dangerous grazed his body, the consequence is don't brake, Mo Yao hit the fender of the car, the chest was severely hit, making it unstable, repeatedly hit several times. Mo Xiaobai's head also hit the steering wheel, and he fainted. When Mo Xiaobai woke up, the scene of the accident had been made.

The wound opened beautifully again. ...

Mo Xiaobai almost criticized him with a bag on his head. When he saw Mo Yao's posture, he broke out in a cold sweat. The boss's wound is not good enough, and it is beautifully cracked. How long did it take? He finally raised a good wound, which is another tragedy. He was "distressed" and wanted to shoot the perpetrators. He hurriedly asked the boss about the injury, and the boss opened his eyes and stared at him bitterly.

Mo Xiaobai was very upset. He was afraid that the boss would be angry. He quickly wagged his tail and begged for mercy. That's a reliable expression of young people. He just didn't cry to express his mistake, he just didn't cry suddenly.