Xu Xiangyang felt that his breathing had become somewhat difficult.
His heart was forcefully pounding inside his chest cavity, the sound of blood surging up echoed in his ears.
This feeling was somewhat familiar, involuntarily reminding him of the day he confessed to Xing Jie;
however, this feeling wasn't completely the same as the tension he had felt at that time.
Back then, Xu Xiangyang had been fully mentally prepared and had been the one to initiate from his side; besides, Xu Xiangyang didn't think Xing Jie would refuse.
In other words, it was a story that unfolded smoothly under circumstances where both parties had feelings for each other.
But this time, it was a sudden attack.
Even though the class president's attitude seemed casual, Xu Xiangyang couldn't deal with it easily.
Only those who have experienced it personally can appreciate the weight of words:
