Holding her phone tightly, Wen Zhixia stared intently at the suggestive pictures sent to her.,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.。