More fragmented scenes flashed through his mind, causing Mo Xiaobai to curse himself for being foolish and letting his judgment be clouded; he didn't know how to explain imagining women in such a manner. In extreme frustration, a chill swept over him as Mo Yao pulled back the covers and lay down beside him. Mo Xiaobai was at a loss of what to do next, not daring to move or let go.,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.”。