Unbound by any rules

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.,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…"。