Physical contact made Mo Xiaobai feel an intense rush of blood towards his face, staining every inch of his body with a deep red shade, unbearable in its intensity.,“Damn it,” my physique is good too; I can admire myself in front of a mirror, why does he need to admire me Thinking this, Moxiao Bai quickly turned his face away again.,Moyaoyao thought about it and typed, “Half an hour.”。