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 seemed not to hear, holding her tightly as if to embed her bones. "Wen Zhixia, you're mine.",Wen Zhixia's reproachful words came to a halt the moment she saw the scarlet lipstick mark on his white shirt.。