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.,It seemed that he just experienced what they meant by a little death. This sensation was thrilling yet terrifying. Thinking of everything leading to this moment made Mo Baixue’s spine chill.,Moyaoyao’s hand trembled… What kind of answer is this Is Ye Feimo joking around。