The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!-Chapter 393 - 392: I Want to Have a Home (3)

Chapter 393: Chapter 392: I Want to Have a Home (3)

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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.

This posture was something they had never experienced during their relationship, and Xia Siyu felt somewhat uncomfortable. But since she had been caught sneaking a look at his album and felt guilty, she didn’t have the courage to reject him.

Moreover, everyone has a curiosity. Even though she wasn’t particularly interested in Bo Yan, she still couldn’t help but sneak a peek at his album. Now that he was inviting her to look at it openly, and not doing anything to make her feel uncomfortable, she naturally didn’t resist.

She glanced again at the desk where his books and DVDs recently fetched from the bookcase were placed. Upon closer inspection, they were mostly documentaries about the “Spring Light” era, both visual and textual materials.

Bo Yan also wanted to understand Xia Siyu’s past, to unravel her emotional knots. But emotional knots are mutual, he only wanted to understand her, but was unwilling to open his heart to her, which meant that they could never truly resonate with each other.

So he might as well relax his demeanor, let her take the initiative in joining his family life, to understand her first. Perhaps, this would gradually encourage her to open up and slowly accept him.

Bo Yan started explaining from the beginning of the album: “When I was little, my mother would prepare an album for me each year. When I was even smaller, it was more frequent, almost every day she would write in the baby journal. In the cabinet over there, all those albums are stored, two cabinets full of them.”

Xia Siyu turned her head to look at the bottom of the Duobao Pavilion, which was a set of cabinets. She had originally thought he stored his important toys there, but it turned out to be full of photo albums.

Pity the hearts of parents the world over. His parents, although they passed away early, loved him dearly. You could also tell that their parent-child relationship was very good; his parents would play soccer with him and watch sports events together. When his parents cooked, although he would mess around, it reflected that his father wasn’t the type of man who shirked household chores, but rather helped his mother with some of them. Moreover, they trained him from a young age to cook too.

No wonder, Bo Yan can cook now, and he’s quite good at it, too.

Moreover, as a child, Bo Yan was noticeably more lively and active, enjoying soccer and participating in long-distance running, laughing carefree, eyes squeezed shut in delight. If it weren’t for his parents’ accidental death later on, perhaps he would have had a completely different life.

Bo Yan continued to narrate along with the pictures in the album, saying that he started elementary school and got into the best local primary school. His older cousin, Bo Yi, attended an international school that was more about spending money. He, on the other hand, had earned his place in the best public primary school in Yancheng, which was definitely cause for celebration.

Xia Siyu wasn’t surprised by this; Bo Yan had always been a top student from a young age.

Then it moved on to his sports day, playing football, and Christmas.

But flipping further, the pages were blank.

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