Izabe was a little surprised: “When did you get here, and where is Marcus?”


    “His friend asked for him and asked me toe over to watch the fireworks with you.”


    It was a cold January day in J City, and Izabe wore a bulky white down jacket on top and a pair of fuzzy snow boots under her feet.


    Victor used to like to wear a shirt has also be a dark gray down jacket, he wore a ck turtleneck sweater inside, lining his lips red teeth white, it is the intentional beauty of the boy.


    Izabe crashed into those peach blossom eyes, her heart beating faster than ever.


    Izabe was bumped by a bystander and broke her foot, and she fell to the side.


    Victor reached out to hold on, his other hand pushing the person who had bumped into her out of the way, and he took another step forward, the two of them getting even closer: “Stepped on you?”


    Izabe shook her head, just standing, and was squeezed by the people in front of her backward, she had no choice but to step back, just as her feet hit the ground, Izabe sensed that something was wrong.


    “Victor, I-ah!”


    Izabe was caught off guard when the person in front of her suddenly stepped back and crashed directly into Victor’s arms.


    She was hit so hard that she couldn’t gather her strength at all, and her foot identally stepped on Victor’s foot.Exclusive ? material by N?(/v)elDrama.Org.


    Izabe subconsciously tried to turn around and say sorry, but didn’t want Victor to lower his head just in time.


    She just turned her head sideways and her lips just happened to be on Victor’s cheek.


    For a moment, both were frozen.


    Izabe stared nkly into the peach blossom eyes, people froze there,pletely forgetting to react.


    Suddenly a “bang”, the sky exploded into a gorgeous fireworks.


    Izabe snapped back to her senses and hastily lowered her head, “Yes, I’m sorry, Victor.”


    Victor looked down at Izabe, who was following him, and the look inside his peach blossom eyes was somewhat unpredictable.


    He swallowed slightly, the knot in his throat rolling up and down as Victor pressed against the bed of his upper teeth, the hand protecting Izabe’s side closing a few points and taking the man two steps back to the side.


    Izabe’s entire body was dazed and her head was buzzing inside thinking about what just happened.


    The fireworks are still blooming, a “bang bang bang”, but she stares nkly at the back of the people in front of her, only to hear her own heartbeat.


    The fireworks show was put on from 8:00 p. m. until 10:00 p. m. After 10:00 p. m., there were fewer and fewer people on the shore.


    Izabe realized she had been in Victor’s arms, and her face, which was already red, was getting hotter and hotter.


    “Finished reading.”


    She nced at Victor and whispered.


    “Hmm.”


    Victor responded, “Back?”


    He nced at the fading crowd in front of him and asked a question.


    Izabe already dare not look up at him, looking down at their snow boots on the furry: “Back to the vigil.”


    Aunt Alicia said it was the first time the family had celebrated New Year’s Eve and that they would have a full family vigil tonight.


    “Come here.”


    Victor gave her a look and turned to walk aside.


    Izabe followed him obediently, and after walking about four hundred meters, Victor suddenly stopped.


    Izabe was a bit puzzled: “Victor?”


    “I’ll take the car.”


    He said, from the pocket of the clothes take out the key, only to see him press, a side of a battery car “beep” rang, Victor rolled out the car, then look at her: “Come up, take you back.”


    Izabe blinked as she looked at the electric car in front of her, forgetting for a moment even the embarrassment she had just felt: “Victor, is this your car?”


    “Is there a problem?”


    Victor raised an eyebrow.


    The car is naturally not his, but the aunt left at home, the day before yesterday before the aunt came home from vacation Victor asked the aunt to take the keys, just did not expect to use it so soon.


    Izabe shook her head, “No, no problem.”


    She said, and hurriedly held the back seat of the car and sat down.


    Victor is tall and long-legged, and once people sit down, it looks like the electric car are a little petite.


    Izabe thought it was amazing how Victor didn’t look like he knew how to ride an electric bike.


    However, just as she was thinking, Victor suddenly said, “Hold it up.”


    The words came before Izabe could fully react, and the electric car drove forward.


    Because of inertia, Izabe’s body mmed forward.


    The two of them are dressed heavily in winter, especially Izabe, wearing a special amount, so hitting together does not hurt, but the sound of two pieces of clothing touching together inexplicably some ambiguity.


    Izabe sat back, hand holding the iron bars underneath her, a little cool, the wind whistling by, face like a small ice bar cut.


    After driving for a few minutes, Victor suddenly braked, and he braced his legs and looked back at Izabe.


    See her sitting there naive, the hat will not wear, light tsk, lift her hand on that down coat on the big hat up.


    The hat is veryrge, down a cover, Izabe’s entire head inside, how the eyes can barely see.


    The edge of the hat is a little hairy, sweeping across the face, a little itchy, Izabe could not help but raise her hand to pick it up, by the way, to expose her face from inside the hat.


    “Victor?”


    Seeing her face uprehending, Victorughed at her stupidity: “Isn’t it cold when the wind blows?”


    Izabe also understood what he meant and was slightly embarrassed: “Cold.”


    “You can’t wear a hat when it’s cold, are you stupid?”


    Victorughed in a rare moment, and the teenager’s cool voice carried a few moments of unmistakable tenderness.


    Izabe pursed her lips and lowered her head, “I forgot.”


    “Hold it up.”


    He gave her one more look, then turned and restarted the car.


    The electric car started on its way again, “There are still twenty minutes to go before we reach the vi.”


    Victor said, turned a corner, drove into a side road and cleared his throat: “If you are sleepy, hold me for a nap.”


    After saying that, the teenager’s ears had reddened.


    Izabe’s face slowly reddened as well, “I’m not sleepy.”


    She spoke in a thin voice, but her hand slowly lifted from beneath her and moved a little to the hem of Victor’s shirt.


    She touched the hem of her shirt, her fingers tugging tightly.


    The two did not say anything on the way back to the Lloyd family vi is almost eleven o’clock, Izabe is sleepy, just now not sleepy as if it is just a tough mouth.


    “Go back.”


    Izabe got out of the car, yawning, and looked at the propped up Victor: “How long is it going to take you to drive back, Victor.”


    “Not long.”


    He said, adding, “I’ll tell you when I get there.”


    “Oh, I’m going back then, Victor.”


    “Hmm.”


    Victor responded absently and watched her head inside until he couldn’t see Izabe’s back before he turned away in his electric car.


    Not long after Izabe went back, Marcus also went back, Alicia looked at Marcus, but did not ask why the two did note back together.


    Izabe biological clock at ten o’clock is sleepy, after surviving the zero hour, took the pressure money, yawn after yawn, was about to go back to sleep, the phone suddenly rang.


    Seeing the caller ID, she froze, “Victor?”


    “Come down.”