But now, he couldn’t dwell on it. His entire body relaxed as he lay comfortably under the hot water, letting it wash away something—something that needed to be taken away. With his eyes closed, he thought about his just-now depraved thoughts and wished to whip himself a hundred times.,Cold sweat slowly climbed up his spine; the red on his face vanished instantly, leaving a pale complexion hard to ignore.,Moe Baixue gave up struggling. He neither accepted nor fought against it. With a calm heart as usual, he viewed this… loss of control. He told himself that it was just a normal physiological reaction and nothing more than that.。