| 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.,“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.。