Get out of hand

5.Residual temperature

The next day.

Lucy shouted at Isaac, "Brother, morning." "

Isaac's eyes paused slightly, and his gaze fell on her white face.

Phoebe also heard this and looked at her brother Isaac in surprise.

At this time, Patricia went downstairs: "Lucy, your dad has enrolled you in cram school, you don't have to wait for Isaac from today , he likes to play basketball in school after school. You don't have to wait for him." "

Lucy took a soft breath, "Well, I see, Auntie. "

Patricia paid attention to Isaac's expression, thankfully not reading any other expressions from his face.

Thinking that he had been emaciated by the mess recently, he actually wanted his son to be dirty.

In the days that followed, Lucy and Isaac barely crossed paths.

Until the school completely implemented evening self-study.

During recess, Lucy comes out of the toilet and is stopped by Lilia.

"I advise you to change your seat quickly!" Lucy's clear eyes showed calmness: "Why? "

Lilia relied on the crowd and pinched her chin: "The person I like, you also deserve to rob?" "

Lucy's skin was fair and delicate, and tears welled up in her eyes.

There were girls who had done this to her before, and at that time they were all protected by Hannah.

The transfer student was dragged to the toilet by Lilia. Belle lifted her glasses and whispered to her classmate.

As soon as the words fell.

Isaac's dark eyes deepened, and he strode to the girls' bathroom.

Lilia was still pinching her chin: "You dare to rob me of someone?" "

Isaac raised his hand and grabbed Lilia's hand to wave it down, and his voice was cold: "What about you?" "

Lilia was dumbfounded, he had never shown up in the past when she had taught girls.

Lucy was taken to the rooftop by Isaac, and the warmth on her wrist indicated that he had taken her by the hand.

She looked around at the tables, chairs and benches on the rooftop. This was his secret basis.

Lucy's figure was delicate, with tears on her face, and she looked pitiful.

Isaac was moved by compassion. I can't tell you what mood it is, but I have an urge to protect her.

Her mood had regained her composure, and she looked at Isaac: "Brother." "

"Why is your face still so red? Does it hurt? Isaac's voice was soft, his fingertips touching the delicate skin of her chin.

His gaze was burning and focused.

Obviously just caring, it was like something crashed into Lucy's heart.

The warm touch of her fingertips, her whole body was as if electricity was passing through, crispy and numb.

They are like an intimacy between lovers.

She tilted her head, Isaac's hand still rubbing against her smooth, delicate chin, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

Her gaze was focused and deep, and she felt that the roots behind her ears were already burning red.

Hearing his soft laughter, she met his eyes in bewilderment.

Searle, who climbed up and cared about Lucy, said, "Are you alright?" "

He thought that Lucy had come into contact with him because he liked Isaac, and he learned the truth from Isaac.

It turned out that the little white rabbit was the same father of Isaac. Half-sister.

No wonder they dared to approach unscrupulously.

Isaac turned out to be brother and sister.

Lucy was like she had been saved by Searle.

She stepped back, her chin off Isaac's rubbing, looked at him cautiously, and replied, "I'm fine."

Searle, looking at Isaac, a place he had never allowed girls to come to.

And the scene just now. Did he see it wrong?

He saw Isaac bent slightly and smile as if he were flirting.

Hitting on someone?

That's his sister.

Searle denied the idea.

He must have read it wrong.

Isaac couldn't have been that close to a girl.

"It's okay if you're okay, you're no longer there when I passed."

Isaac interrupted Searle's words and said to Lucy, "Aren't you going down to study?"

After Lucy left, Isaac said to Searle, "Have you dealt with it?"

"Handled." Searle sat on the table and teased," I never beat girls. I made an exception for the sake of the white rabbit. "

Isaac glanced at Searle. "I remember who you said you were chasing yesterday?"

Searle's words were not a joke, but a warning to him not to fight the idea of the little white rabbit.

Lilia wasn't in the classroom, and Belle said she had been called out by the group of boys in the next class.

Lucy didn't ask a few questions in her evening self-study, and her mind was full of Isaac's voice, which lingered.

When she finished school at night, the red marks on her cheeks had not yet dissipated, and her chin was good.

It seems that there is still residual warmth belonging to Isaac.