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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.,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.”。

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