His hand moved around, stroking back and forth as he was incredibly frustrated. As someone who was loved by all, Mo Xiaobai rarely used his right hand for this purpose; now, however, in a city novel setting...,He felt as if he was at the edge of a cliff, about to jump without hesitation. This sense of near-death had never been so intense before.,Moyaoyao thought about it and typed, “Half an hour.”。