Yue Xiaoyang's words did not dispel Gong Xiaoyu's doubts. She said, "Yue Xiaoyang, if I behave intimately with Yu Chen in front of you, what would you think?"
Yue Xiaoyang imagined that scene and his face immediately turned dark as the bottom of a pot, "Of course it's not okay."
Gong Xiaoyu sneered, "So, you treat Zhang Miaoyan so well, haven't you considered how I feel? Today we ran around outside all day, and you didn't ask me once if I was tired, just concerned if she saw the house... Yue Xiaoyang, do you like her? You don't have to be with me because of responsibility. Just say the word and I'll leave right now."
Gong Xiaoyu's words frightened Yue Xiaoyang. He held her tightly, no matter how she hit him, he wouldn't let go.
Gong Xiaoyu finally grew tired, stopped, and buried her head in his chest, tears flowing incessantly.
