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,As if he had received a satisfactory answer, Gu Ping's head fell onto his shoulder and he drifted off to sleep.,Wen Zhixia's reproachful words came to a halt the moment she saw the scarlet lipstick mark on his white shirt.。