Izabe was so happy that the first time she talked to Callie for more than three hours, she went to bed at almost one o’clock at night and was still up when Victor called her the next day.


    Izabe only felt like she was inside a dream when there were several knocks on the door.


    Victor knocked on the door several times, Izabe did not respond, he knocked a few more times, still did not hear a sound, he withdrew and went straight downstairs.


    Izabe slept until after ten o’clock, woke up and saw the time on her phone, she scrambled to brush her teeth and wash her face, ran downstairs and saw Victor ying a game.


    She still remembered what Victor saidst night, that she would go to the supermarket this morning to buy things for the beach and leave for the beach tomorrow, but she ended up getting high from talking with Calliest night and didn’t get up this morning.


    Auntie saw her, “Izabe, you’re up? Want something to eat?”


    Izabe nodded in embarrassment, “I want some porridge, does auntie have any porridge?”


    She slept until now and felt hungry when she got up.


    Victor on the other side of the couch heard her voice and looked up at her, “Up?”


    Izabe nodded with a red face, “I’m upte, Victor.”


    “Let’s go down and go back to the mall.”Exclusive ? material by N?(/v)elDrama.Org.


    “Ohhhh, okay.”


    Izabe rarely stay upte,st night a little sleep, this morning, although a lotter, but the spirit is still sickly.


    After having lunch, Izabe followed Victor to the mall.


    It was her first time traveling, and she didn’t know what to bring, so she followed Victor throughout the process and watched him pick.


    “You go in and pick it out.”


    Izabe was sending a message back to Callie when Victor suddenly stopped and she didn’t notice and ran straight into his back.


    The pain is not quite painful, but just quite embarrassing.


    Izabe looked up at Victor: “I’m sorry, Victor.”


    Victor tsked, “Did it hurt from the bump?”


    “No.”


    She shook her head, her ears were red from embarrassment.


    “Go in and pick it out yourself.”


    Victor pointed to the store in front of him, and Izabe took a look and saw that it was a swimwear store.


    The swimsuits disyed in the window were so sexy that Izabe took one look at them and her face instantly flushed.


    “I… I can’t swim.”


    “You don’t want to y in the water if you can’t swim?”


    Izabe pursed her lips, “Think.”


    Victor looked at her reddening ears, “Can’t pick?”


    When Izabe heard him say that, she blushed even more, lowering her head, the redness on her face spreading all the way to her neck.


    Victor was a little embarrassed, and when he saw her like this, he suddenly wasn’t: “Follow me in.”


    As soon as the two entered, the salesman immediately came forward with a smile: “Handsome and beautiful, what kind of swimsuit do you need?”


    The swimsuits in the store were all very sexy, and Victor coughed and asked Izabe, “What color do you like?”


    “Both, both are fine.”


    Izabe was so embarrassed that her eyes didn’t dare to look around.


    Victor was no better than she was, but he was calm on the surface: “Where’s the style?”


    “Both, both are fine.”


    Seeing this, the salesman was very smart and immediately took several youthful one-piece swimsuits to Izabe: “Little beauty, see if you like these, they are all one-piece, and the skirt below has anti-naked shorts.”


    Izabe looked at the three sets of swimsuits carried by the salesman and directly chose a light blue one-piece halter swimsuit: “Just, just this one.”


    The swimsuits are now beautifully made and look like little dresses.


    Victor looked at it, didn’t say anything, and took his card and paid.


    Both of them came out of the swimsuit store a little relieved, and Izabe carried the swimsuit she had just bought and just felt her palms burning.


    She didn’t expect her first swimsuit to be the one she came with Victor to buy.


    Victor looked at her askance and raised his hand tond on her back, “For the rest, buy it over at the beach.”


    Izabe doesn’t know much about what to prepare for when she goes to the beach. For her, it’s already fun to go to the beach and see the endless sea and collect some shells.


    Victor buy things dry and straightforward, the two out but an hour to buy all the things.


    In fact, there is nothing to buy, Victor just bought more are snacks and drinks to eat on the road.


    Everything is ready, just waiting for tomorrow.


    Izabe was packing her clothes for the evening, remembering that she didn’t know how many days she would be there yet.


    She hesitated for a moment, but got up with the intention of going to Victor to ask.


    Victor’s room door was left open, she had just wanted to knock on the door, but she didn’t expect the door to open of its own ord just after her hand knocked.


    The door slowly opened, Victor had just taken a shower and wasing out of the bathroom.


    He was too hot to wear a top, and the teenager’s not yet magnificent chest could be seen as a tight line.


    He washed his hair, and the drops of water from the ends of his short hair fell low and right onto his body, the drops of water talking all the way down Victor’s chest and finally stopping at the front of his pants.


    Izabe looked at it and felt her head go “boom” as if something had exploded.


    She opened her mouth in a panic, “I, I didn’t mean to.”


    Seeing that Victor had already taken a T-shirt and put it on, “What is it?”


    The short wet hair was a bit of a nuisance, and he raised his hand and gripped it a bit harder.


    The water sshes onto Izabe’s body with the scent of refreshing shampoo.


    Izabe just felt her heart beating inexplicably fast, and she looked at Victor in front of her, suddenly forgetting what she was here for.


    “I… I…”


    “Hmm?”


    Izabe’s thoughts were scrambled, and it took a moment for “me” to remember what she was doing here: “Victor, I, how many days are we going to y? I’m packing my clothes, I don’t know how many sets to bring …”


    Hearing this from her, Victor raised an eyebrow, “How many days do you want to go?”


    Izabe looked at Victor and realized for the first time that Victor’s face was something that would make people’s hearts flutter.


    The freshly showered teenager is fresh and clean, and his peach blossom eyes look over carelessly, like the willow wisps that drift over without thinking, making the heart itch.


    “I… I’m all right.”


    “Then you can bring clothes for as many days as you want to go.”


    Victor thought Izabe was a bit strange, she was usually shy, but not like today, blushing like this.


    He lifted his leg and walked over to her, reaching out and cing his hand on her forehead, “Fever?”


    “No, no.”


    Like a frightened rabbit, she pushed him away in a sh: “I’ll go pack my clothes.”


    After Izabe finished, she turned and ran back to her room, and when she got in, she closed the door behind her in one fell swoop.


    Victor looked at the closed door of the room and his brows knitted.


    Izabe returned to her room and sat on her bed, her hand pressed against her heart, her heart beating so fast it scared her.


    She covered her face and shook her head in a hurry, “That’s brother!”