Wen Zhixia stood up from the sofa. Her vision suddenly went black and it took several seconds to recover. It seemed like her low blood sugar was acting up again recently.,He clung to her, nibbling at her delicate neck with wanton hunger: "Xiaxia, tell me," he whispered.,He seemed not to hear, holding her tightly as if to embed her bones. "Wen Zhixia, you're mine."。