F*ck, What Is This?!
"Go get your juice. I'll open the door." Xian Yijun wiped his mouth with the napkin and stood up to open the door.
It was Guo Bo. He smelled of alcohol, but his expression looked like he had just woken up. He stood in front of the door with a tired look on his face.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" When he saw Xian Yijun looking at him, he snorted coldly and walked into the house. He threw his jacket on the sofa and looked at Wei Zhijuan, who came out of the kitchen with a box of fruit juice in her hand.
When he saw the red hickeys on her neck, he suddenly raised his hand and pressed his glabella with a headache. "Damn, I should have spent the night here last night!"
Wei Zhijuan was surprised by Guo Bo's arrival. When she saw Xian Yijun closing the door, she hurriedly walked over. "Why did you come so early in the morning?" As she got closer, she could smell the alcohol on Guo Bo's body. She was confused. "You've been drinking?"