Generally speaking, Mo Xiaobai was an optimistic person.,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.,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).。