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"Xiangyang?"
With her backpack on, Lin Xingjie saw him standing at the doorway, lost in thought, and couldn't help but ask.
"It's nothing."
As he spoke, he reached out his hand to the girl.
"Come on, let's go."
Xu Xiangyang thought to himself that if "that kind of thing" wasn't yet timely, holding hands with his girlfriend surely wouldn't be a problem, right?
As for other things, "Don't make a mess at home while I'm away"... didn't that mean as long as you don't get caught, it's fine?
If that was the case, it would be incredibly convenient, since his sister was buried in work all year round, busy to the point of death, and only recently had a few days off.
Xu Xiangyang felt like the Monkey King who had gained enlightenment after being struck thrice on the head by Bodhi Patriarch, realizing he should go wall-hopping in the dead of night; the more he thought about it, the more it seemed right.
