This Is Not A Possession, This Is Love

Wei Zhijuan was shocked and quickly pushed Xian Yijun away. She raised her head and saw the darkness in his eyes. Her face immediately turned red. She hurriedly turned around in Xian Yijun's embrace and saw Guo Bo standing in the doorway with a very dark expression.

She smiled awkwardly and brushed her tangled hair to the side. She asked, "Where's Zoe? Is she angry with you?"

Xian Yijun, on the other hand, leaned lazily against the sofa with one hand on the backrest, the other still wrapped around her waist. Two buttons on the collar of his shirt were unbuttoned. He glanced at Guo Bo and laughed. "Looking at his dirty face, you can tell that your best friend has choked him to death."

Wei Zhijuan also thought it was possible. Although Guo Bo had said too much earlier, she knew Zoe Marshall's temperament very well. Zoe Marshall was not the type to suffer a loss, and seeing Guo Bo like this, she knew that he definitely would not get a good result.