As night fell, Gu Pingsheng staggered to the door and knocked.,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…","Let me go first. I'll make you some hangover soup, or you'll have a headache again tomorrow." she said softly.。