Outside the window, heavy rain pours down, as if a veil has been cast over the city's sky. The clouds are dark and the wind howls, making it impossible to see anything beyond five meters.,Wen Si, I presume you've seen the photos. I won't beat around the bush. Gu Ping Sheng and I have slept together, and he said he'll give me a name.,He clung to her, nibbling at her delicate neck with wanton hunger: "Xiaxia, tell me," he whispered.。