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,"Let me go first. I'll make you some hangover soup, or you'll have a headache again tomorrow." she said softly.,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…"。