One minute, nineteen seconds.

The time on the timer was still dancing happily, without the slightest understanding of the feelings of the three present competing for seconds.

Lu Xiaoxiao walked to Chu Mo and accompanied him quietly without making a sound.

Hong Rose outside the door seemed to feel the atmosphere inside and quieted down.

Without looking at Chu Mo, he grasped Lu Xiaoxiao's hand accurately and felt the sweat in her palm.

This woman, no matter when she is in danger, will be frightened.

"Choose one time, maybe the last time in your life."

The muffled voice is like the melodious tune, each syllable is pacifying Xiaoxiao Landing's mood....