Gu Ping was lying on his back, face up. He stretched out an arm, pulling at someone beneath him whose drunken eyes were deep and dark as night. From when had it been When had that fiery young man of old become a sight to behold no longer,He clung to her, nibbling at her delicate neck with wanton hunger: "Xiaxia, tell me," he whispered.,From the moment she agreed to be with him, putting an end to his relentless pursuit, Wen Zhixia never once considered being with anyone else for the rest of her life.。