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This kind of invasion of privacy is indeed wrong, and on top of that, I got caught red-handed. She quickly shook her head, "Sorry, I..."
"It's okay, I haven't looked at it in a long time either. Let's look at it together."
As Bo Yan said this, he held the photo album in one hand, and habitually took her hand with the other. Xia Siyu's palm was grasped by his, and she involuntarily followed him. There was only a table and a chair in the room. Bo Yan sat down first, and with a pull of his hand, Xia Siyu, not knowing how it happened, moved like a puppet on strings, unconsciously going with his pace. By the time she came to her senses, she was already sitting on Bo Yan's lap, with Bo Yan enveloping her from behind as they looked at the album together.
