Callie hadn’t ridden a bike in a long time and she rode crookedly, with Izabe sitting behind the back of the bike and almost getting thrown off several times.


    Luckily, after walking for a while, Callie was finally getting good at it.


    “Izabe hold on to pull, I’m going to speed up!”


    Callie said, and really elerated the pedal speed.


    The summer night, the wind blowing over are cool and refreshing, Izabe looked at Callie in front of her and could not help but curl her lips and smile.


    A distance of more than 800 meters was reached in a little over two minutes.


    Callie braked and looked back at Izabe with a gasp, “Izabe, is it fast?”


    “Hurry.”


    Izabe jumped out of the car, “You go back and be careful, Callie.”


    “Don’t worry, we’ll be back soon, just go back!”


    The two men were saying this when something was suddenly thrown at the feet of the two men.


    Izabe looked down and bent over to pick it up before realizing it was a chocte.


    She was a little surprised that Callie had seen Victor on the second floor of the vi.


    The Lloyd family vi is somewhatrge, the garden is several hundred square meters, Victor can throw the chocte precisely to them in front of the people did not hit, but also a skill.


    Callie skimmed the corner of her mouth, “Go back, Victor’s rushing you!”


    “Victor?”


    Izabe also nced upward, and from a distance of more than ten meters, she could barely see a man standing on the second floor balcony.


    “I’m off, Izabe, see you tomorrow!”


    Hearing Callie’s voice, Izabe hurriedly withdrew her eyes and when she looked at Callie again, she was already far away on her bike.


    Izabe watched Callie’s back fading away in the moonlight, pursed her lips and smiled a little, took out her keys and went into the vi.


    At this point in time, Victor was the only one left inside the vi.


    Marcus had a tournament outside the city this weekend and didn’te back for the weekend, so Victor was the only one inside the house.


    Izabe had just walked up the stairs when she saw Victoring in from the balcony.


    She nced down at the chocte inside her palm, “Victor, I’m home.”


    “Oh.”


    Victor answered, “Auntie has stewed sugar water, it’s inside the kitchen.”


    Izabe nodded, “I haven’t finished my math homework yet.”


    Hearing this from her, Victor tsked lightly, “You’re just nowing back after not being done?”


    Izabe was embarrassed: “Something is going on.”


    “It’s eight o’clock.”


    Victor pointed to the wall clock and Izabe was stunned for a moment, reacted and said in a rush, “I’ll go up and do my homework then.”


    She said, ncing at Victor again.


    In fact, she had done all her homework, and the few remaining math problems were ones she couldn’t do.


    But she felt that Victor did not seem to be in a very good mood, and Izabe did not dare to say anything.


    When he stopped talking, she had to lift her leg and go upstairs.


    Thinking that the photos had been deleted, Izabe returned to her room, still in a somewhat excited mood, and looked at the math book on her desk for a long time without reacting to what she was going to do.


    It wasn’t until there was a knock on the door that Izabe came back to her senses and hurriedly got up to open the door.Content provided by N?velDrama.Org.


    The door to the room opened and Victor brought a tray with a te of grapes and a bowl of sugar water on it.


    “Auntie told me to remember to tell you to drink the sugar water.”


    “Thanks Victor.”


    Izabe hurriedly took the tray and put it on the desk.


    The bowl of lotus seed sugar water was still a little hot, Izabe touched the edge of the bowl and saw Victor looking at the big questions left empty in her exercise book, she blushed a little: “Victor, I have these questions left.”


    Victor gave her a look, “No?”


    “Hmm.”


    Victor turned around and went back to his room, an extra chair in his hand.


    Izabe hastily gave way to him, and Victor saw the chocte on one side, which he had just thrown down.


    Izabe didn’te back all day today, and I don’t know what she went with Callie, but she came back at almost 8pm.


    Just now, if he had not thrown chocte down, the door two people do not know how long they still have to talk before they are willing to separate.


    Tsk, stay block during the day, usually school also a piece, so much to say?


    He reached for the chocte, his index finger pinching in y, “Have you finished reading the title?”


    Izabe nced at the chocte in his hand and nodded, “Finished reading it.”


    Victor held out his hand, and Izabe, stunned and unresponsive, looked down at a grape she had just taken, hesitated, and then ced it on his palm.


    Victor looked askance at her, “I want a pen.”


    Izabe blushed instantly and hastily drew a pen from the pencil holder sitting on the inside of her desk and gave it to him.


    “Pencils.”


    “Ohhhhhhh.”


    Izabe hastened to give him another pencil instead.


    Victor threw the grapes into his mouth, bit through the skin, and found that the grapes were quite sweet.


    He took a pen and circled all the conditions and began to analyze them for her.


    Izabe was listening carefully, and when she suddenly heard Victor say “grapes”, she thought she had misheard.


    Victor repeated again, “Grapes.”


    Izabe then realized that she had heard correctly and hastily picked some grapes and handed them to him.


    Victor took the grapes: “Think for yourself.”


    He said, handing her the pen.


    Izabe took the pencil, the residual heat still left on the pencil held by Victor.


    She subconsciously nced at Victor, not realizing that he was also looking at her.


    Izabe stiffened for a moment, so weak-hearted that her hand faltered and her pencil fell under the desk.


    Both wanted to pick up the pen, just leaned over, and their heads hit one another.


    Izabe ate the pain and let out a soft cry.


    Victor withdrew his body first, “Did it hurt from the bump?”


    Izabe picked the pen up and shook her head, “No.”


    “No you’re still pumping?”


    Victor gave her a look, “Concentrate on the question, don’t look at me.”


    When Izabe heard him say this, her face burned red straight away, and she lowered her head to look at the exercise book, not daring to look at Victor any more.


    She didn’t look up, so naturally she didn’t see that the teenager’s ears were also red.


    After Victor helped her analyze them one by one, Izabe found that she actually got the questions right.


    In the second question, she patiently broke down the question one by one and re-understood it, following what Victor had taught her, and found that she gradually got the idea.


    Victor watched her put pen to paper and his peach blossom eyes ticked: “Will do?”


    Izabe nodded, “Hmm.”


    Because of what she just said, she now doesn’t dare to look at Victor easily anymore.


    “The sugar water is getting cold.”


    Victor warned, and when he finished, he reached out and grabbed a handful of grapes.


    When retracted, two grapes fell on Izabe’sp.


    Izabe was stunned and subconsciously nced at Victor, who was embarrassed in a rare moment: “The grapes are quite sweet.”


    Izabe picked up the two grapes in herp and put them inside her mouth, “Well, it’s sweet.”


    She said, putting a te of grapes in front of Victor’s heel: “Victor you eat.”


    Victor: “…”