Staring at the always proud and domineering man in front of him,
This was the first time I had shown such a demeanor in front of her—a plea that was almost utterly helpless.
A complex emotion welled up inside her, and her breathing became heavier.
But before she could speak,
Jing Min suddenly raised his hand and pressed it against the back of her neck, pulling her tightly into his arms.
The force was so great it felt like it was trying to knead her into his very bones, and his voice carried a hint of suppressed vulnerability.
"Yangyang... Xiaowu... can you please not leave me?"
Chu Wuyang looked at him, who clearly seemed insecure.
Feeling somewhat at a loss, he could only say softly:
"No, I didn't agree to it."
She paused.
Meeting Jing Min's fixed gaze, her tone was serious and firm:
"Besides, even if we were to separate, it would be a matter between the two of us, and we wouldn't be forced into it by anyone..."
Before she could finish speaking, Jing Min abruptly interrupted her, his voice low and stubborn:
"We won't separate!"
He stared at her.
His eyes held an undeniable stubbornness and a hint of unease.
It's as if emphasizing,
It also sounds like a request.
His voice carried a hint of almost obsessive stubbornness.
Chu Wuyang was stunned by his reaction and didn't even have time to continue speaking.
An eerie silence instantly fell over the room.
All that remained were the sounds of their intertwined breaths.
Jing Min slowly clenched his fist.
It was as if he was afraid he might do something that would make her resist even more.
In the end, he simply looked at her intently and repeated in a slightly hoarse voice:
"Yangyang, we will never be apart."
Chu Wuyang pursed her lips and slightly turned her head away.
Avoid his gaze.
She could sense his tension, unease, and even the possessiveness he was forcibly suppressing.
At this moment,
All of Jing Min's pride, indifference, and domineering nature were shattered.
All that remained was his most raw, unfiltered emotion—his unwillingness to lose her—and she rarely saw him like this.
He was afraid.
She really will leave.
"Yangyang..."
His voice was somewhat low and hoarse, his tone carrying a hint of restrained obsession:
"No matter who forces you, no matter what you think, I will not let go."
Chu Wuyang was a little breathless from his embrace, so she raised her hand and pushed his shoulder:
"Jingmin... let me go first."
Jing Min didn't let go; instead, he tightened his grip, his voice low and hoarse:
"I won't let go."
Chu Wuyang was stunned, feeling the warmth of his embrace and the tension in his body.
She wanted to say something, but found her throat tightening.
He was speechless for a moment.
Jingmin's hand slowly tightened.
His thin lips lightly touched the top of her head, his voice extremely low.
Yet it exudes an unwavering determination:
"You are mine, Yangyang, and you will never leave me in this lifetime."
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