Unbound by any rules

He clung to her, nibbling at her delicate neck with wanton hunger: "Xiaxia, tell me," he whispered.,"Let me go first. I'll make you some hangover soup, or you'll have a headache again tomorrow." she said softly.,He seemed not to hear, holding her tightly as if to embed her bones. "Wen Zhixia, you're mine."。