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.,Holding her phone tightly, Wen Zhixia stared intently at the suggestive pictures sent to her.,Wen Zhixia's reproachful words came to a halt the moment she saw the scarlet lipstick mark on his white shirt.。