"Chen Yang, I want to talk to you."
Ye Yiqing's hands tightly clutched the sofa. The usually straightforward her was extremely nervous at this moment.
Her eyes were filled with tenderness as she looked at Chen Yang, with a hint of anticipation in her gaze.
Chen Yang put away his mischievous smile and said seriously, "Yi Qing, I also want to talk to you."
"Ah! What do you want to talk about?"
Seeing Chen Yang's serious expression, Ye Yiqing exclaimed in surprise, and she was even more flustered, as she had never seen Chen Yang so earnest before.
But before Chen Yang could speak, she continued, "Let me speak first, I..."
Chen Yang raised his index finger and gently placed it on Ye Yiqing's lips, stopping her from continuing.
Ye Yiqing froze there, not knowing what to do.
Chen Yang revealed a gentle smile and said, "Yi Qing, I love you."
"Ah! You... I, what did you say?"
Ye Yiqing stood up abruptly, she couldn't believe her ears, her face showing both joy and surprise.
