The skin on Mo Xiaobai's arm, though exposed to wind and rain, was not rough like most men’s; it remained soft. What surprised Moyao was that the skin felt almost scorching hot, muscles tense to the extreme, covered in sweat.,“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’s hand trembled… What kind of answer is this Is Ye Feimo joking around。