Wen Zhixia rushed forward, the moment the door opened, the man came towards her, with long arms embracing her, his jaw resting on her shoulder, like they were inseparable. He called out, "Xia Xia~~",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,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…"。
