He stayed in the bathroom for quite some time, drying his hair halfway through, brushing his teeth twice. Looking at his flushed face in the mirror, he had an illusion that he was ruined.,They played in the game day and night, yet it was rare to see Moyaoyao come out for even a round; he was restrained and composed.,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).。