The Substitute Ex-Wi

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.,Males, after all, have times when they use their versatile right hand. He’s not the first to do it, and he himself has done it before, but never had it felt so intense, as if it were merging with his very life.,Moyaoyao glanced at Moxiao Bai, slightly frowning. He lay with his back towards him, feeling somewhat gloomy. Moyaoyao secretly opened the chat interface; Ye Family’s Second Young Master’s flaming wedding photo profile picture was nearly blinding in its炫耀 (showiness).。