Wen Zhixia had always been submissive to him, enduring his bite even when she didn't know its severity. She allowed his white fingers to comb through her short hair, "Gu Ping Sheng, I…",When the summer heat arrived, Xian diligently served him his drink. She scolded him playfully, saying he was like a child who would just drink until drunk and sleep carelessly without caring about anything else. "How long has it been… still…",Wen Zhixia's reproachful words came to a halt the moment she saw the scarlet lipstick mark on his white shirt.。