Yue Xiaoyang stood up and forcefully grabbed her hand. Gong Xiaoyu pushed him, "Let go of me!"
Yue Xiaoyang's left leg couldn't bear the weight. He was pushed off balance by her, and both fell onto the sofa. Yue Xiaoyang instinctively held her tight, using her as a human cushion.
Gong Xiaoyu lay on top of him, his breath right in front of her. The memories of their time together flooded her mind, and for a few seconds, she completely stopped thinking.
She quickly snapped back to reality, angry at herself for lacking any determination!
She tried to get up, but Yue Xiaoyang didn't let go. He was still a man, stronger than her, and he held her tightly in his arms, explaining, "Xiao Yu, I know it's absurd that I had people follow you, but I missed you so much in the United States. I thought about you every day and night, unable to control myself from needing to know your whereabouts. Xiao Yu, I love you."
When Gong Xiaoyu heard the word "love," her heart skipped a beat.
