He clung to her, nibbling at her delicate neck with wanton hunger: "Xiaxia, tell me," he whispered.,He seemed not to hear, holding her tightly as if to embed her bones. "Wen Zhixia, you're mine.",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…"。