Unbound by any rules

He clung to her, nibbling at her delicate neck with wanton hunger: "Xiaxia, tell me," he whispered.,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.。