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