| classification:metropolis |
| author:An Zhaoyao |
| state:in the series |
| update:(2025-03-29 06:20:29) |
He never realized how intriguing and worthy of repeated contemplation Xiao Yao's voice was until now. It felt like he was going insane.,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.,Moyaoyao thought about it and typed, “Half an hour.”。