The act of “feeding” is really too intimate for the two of them, and Victor didn’t expect it when he picked up the grapes, nor did Izabe when she opened her mouth.


    Now that the two reacted, Izabe’s face instantly flushed.


    Victor touched a girl’s lips for the first time, only to feel soft and warm, and his fingers seemed to be burned by something, and there was a very strange feeling in his heart.


    He nced at Izabe, his eyes falling on the other man’s reddened cheeks, and couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow.


    Are you so easily shy?


    “Is it sweet?”


    The grape was still inside Izabe’s mouth and she didn’t even bite into it, so naturally she didn’t know whether it was sweet or not.


    Hearing Victor’s question, she snapped back to her senses and bit the grape inside her mouth open.Exclusive content ? by N?(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.


    Sweet.


    Izabe nced at Victor and responded in a thin voice, “Sweet.”


    “Well, I have something to do, I’m going to my room, you eat.”


    Seeing that she was even talking in a lower voice, Victor was also a little embarrassed and got up and carried the chair back to his room.


    Closing the door, he nced down at his index finger and couldn’t help but rub it.


    The peach blossom eyes are slightly dark, the girl’s lips are really soft, kiss up more soft, right?


    Realizing what he was thinking, Victor cursed himself, collected his thoughts, took out his phone and logged into the game.


    Izabe seems to be a good student who loves to study, so why would shee up to y games when her homework is not done?


    Milo saw him online and sent out a group invite in a hurry.


    Victor rejected it outright, there was no point, and he retired the game.


    Milo looked at the avatar that was bright a second ago suddenly went dark, people are confused.


    The next day, Victor woke up and saw his sheets, the whole thing was fried, he rushed out and got a bottle of juice and poured it on the sheets, changed the sheets and rolled them aside and put them away.


    Thinking about what he said to Izabest night, Victor looked at the sheet, and the redness in his ears wouldn’t go away.


    Izabe set the rm for seven o’clock and got up to find the washing machine operating inside theundry room on the third floor.


    She thought it was strange that the dirty clothes inside the house had always been washed by an aunt at three o’clock in the afternoon, in the morning, the aunt would note up to wash the clothes.


    Izabe washed up and just walked out when she saw Victoring out from inside the room across the hall.


    “Victor.”


    Victor nodded, “Meet me after breakfast.”


    “Okay.”


    She answered, but was still curious about the washing machine inside theundry room.


    Victor watched her pass the stairway and walk forward, his face stiffened for a moment, “Where are you going?”


    Izabe looked back at him and blinked, “The washing machine inside theundry room, it seems to be out of order.”


    “Nothing’s wrong, I’m washing things.”


    “Ohhhhhhh.”


    Izabe was a little embarrassed by the look, “I’m going downstairs for breakfast then, Victor did you have breakfast?”


    Victor naturally did not eat breakfast, he woke up early in the morning to change the sheets and wash the sheets, where there is time to go downstairs to eat breakfast: “Not yet.”


    He said, paused and thought of something: “You can bring up a ss of milk and two buns for meter.”


    If she is still curious about what he washed, Victor doesn’t know how he should exin it.


    “Ohhhh, I’m going down for breakfast then!”


    “Hmm.”


    Victor answered but did not go back to his room, watching Izabe gopletely down to the second floor before he sighed in relief.


    Fortunately, he chose the quick wash mode, and the sheets were washed in twenty minutes.


    Victor put the sheets inside the washer into the dryer, and Izabe came up from breakfast, and he had just carried them back to his room and stuffed them into the closet.


    “Victor?”


    The door to the room was closed and Izabe wondered if Victor had slept through the night.


    Soon, though, the door to the room opened, “Full so soon?”


    Izabe handed the te over, “Eat up.”


    She ate a little faster than usual, but she was also full.


    Victor took the tray, “Thanks, bring the rolls over here.”


    “There’s no rush, Victor, you eat your breakfast first and call me when you’re done.”


    Victor gave her a look, “I’m a fast eater.”


    “Okay.”


    Izabe had to go back to her room and get her papers and books and go over there.


    Boys do eat fast, she was just going back to her room to get the rolls, Victor had already drunk half of the milk and eaten one of the buns.


    Izabe was afraid he wouldn’t get enough to eat, and took three buns, but now it seems that three buns are not enough for Victor.


    Seeing her standing in the doorway, Victor raised an eyebrow: “What, there’s a seal at the entrance to my room, you can’t get in?”


    Izabe was embarrassed and hurriedly dragged her chair inside.


    “The topic you look at again, this to the question is a reinforcement of that big question fromst week’s exercise book, the solution is very simr, but it’s a little more roundabout.”


    “Ohhh, let me think about it then.”


    When Victor reminded her of this, Izabe looked at the question again and found that it did look a bit like the one she had donest week.


    The question type is very simr, but the known conditions are less.


    Izabe couldn’t help but nce at Victor again. If it was him, he could easily solve it even if there was one less known condition.


    But not herself, the topic more around, she felt like her brain was also blocked.


    Noticing her eyes, Victor hooked his lips once and got up to go into the bathroom and wash his hands.


    When she came out, Izabe at her desk was frowning, her hand shaking the pen unintentionally, looking down at the paper, not sure if she was thinking about how to do it or just dazed.


    He lifted his leg and walked over to sit down: “Any thoughts yet?”


    Izabe was embarrassed: “There is a condition missing.”


    “Not bad, knowing there was a condition missing.”


    He said, ncing at the known conditions she had written in her exercise book, and nodded in satisfaction, “Can’t you think against the grain when you can’t think with the grain?”


    Izabe was stunned for a moment, a bit overwhelmed by the reaction: “How, how to think against the grain?”


    “Just assume that the known conditions you require are known, and reverse what other conditions need to be met won’t you?”


    It dawned on Izabe: “You’re great, Victor.”


    Victor tsked lightly, “You’re the one who’s bad at math.”


    With Victor’s prompting, Izabe stumbled through the questions.


    She was a little incredulous, not expecting to be able to do such a difficult big question by herself.


    “Victor, I made it, is that right?”


    “Well, get it right and reward you with two big questions.”


    Victor said, casually drew a three-year high school exam out from inside the top bookcase and circled two big questions, “You do it to consolidate.”


    Izabe looked at him, “Oh.”


    I don’t know if I can make it before lunch either, woohoo.