Get out of hand

28.Chase or go up

Lucy went down a little earlier than Isaac. Leo usually had no official duties on weekends, and occasionally he would go out with friends to relax, and Patricia followed him out.

Cain had something to do at home, so he left early. Phoebe was the only one left at home.

She looked at Lucy: "I used to be the only one who slept in at home, why do you and your brother get up so late?"

Lucy's waist was a little painful because of Isaac, and there was no part of her body that didn't hurt.

She rubbed her waist. Isaac glanced at Phoebe who was playing games: "Have you finished reviewing your homework? Are you playing games?"

Lucy looked up, and he was like a stern elder brother, and he was completely different from the one who whispered dirty words in her ear.

Phoebe seemed to be very afraid of him. Without Patricia, Lucy felt much more comfortable, and let Isaac lead her into the garage to ride his motorcycle.

The two played outside until the evening before going back.

When Patricia and Leo came back, she had fallen asleep in the room.

The sheets were changed to new ones. The exercise book on the table seemed to have been thrown into the trash can.

She lay on the bed thinking about everything that happened last night, and fell asleep in a daze. Her waist was tightened by strength, and her head was pressed into his warm embrace.

She naturally hugged him and whispered, "Why did you come so late?" She seemed to have been waiting for this embrace for a long time.

Isaac didn't know that she was not awake, and explained to himself, "The teacher called me to ask something, and I took a look at your test paper.

Your worst subject in comprehensive science is physics, and you got a lot of math multiple-choice questions wrong--" She arched into his arms and rubbed his abdominal muscles with her fingers.

He looked down and saw that she was sleeping soundly.

The corners of his lips moved and he smiled awkwardly. Isaac made a study plan for her, and her grades improved by leaps and bounds. Searle was still entangled in their relationship.

After physical education class, he played basketball and walked side by side with Isaac. "Did you catch up with Lucy?"

Isaac held the mineral water bottle, looked at it, unscrewed it and drank a few sips: "Is your focus on catching up or getting ahead?"

Searle stared at the mineral water bottle in his hand, which was prepared by Lucy before class. Looking at his smug face again, he widened his eyes: "You f*****g didn't you already have s*x, did you?"

Isaac had an attitude that could only be understood but not expressed in words.

Searle was shocked, then he came to his senses, if they could have s*x, then they must not be related by blood.

He was stunned for a while, then caught up with Isaac: "Is it fun?" Boys always like to discuss these things during puberty to show their uniqueness. Isaac didn't want anyone to covet Lucy's beauty, and glanced at him lightly:

"If you are not happy, would you go to such great lengths to make an appointment?" Searle frowned, his happiness had nothing to do with Isaac.

At the entrance of the school supermarket, Lucy and Belle had just come out of the bookstore and were about to go to the supermarket to buy sanitary napkins.

Isaac took the things from her and put them on the checkout counter:

"Do you want anything else?" Lucy's face flushed, and Belle and Searle were looking at her.

"No more." She lowered her head like a child who had made a mistake. Isaac paid the bill and walked with her naturally.

The two of them were left alone at the back, staring at each other. Isaac handed her the things in the black plastic bag: "Are you having your period?" She hummed.

She sounded very well behaved. Isaac's throat rolled, suppressing the emotions surging in his heart:

"What do you want to eat after school?"

"No." She lowered her eyes and walked side by side with him, just like a normal classmate. Isaac knew that she had dysmenorrhea.

Searle said that girls would not feel pain after having s*x, and he had cured one of them.

Lucy's lower abdomen hurt, and her originally fair face looked pale.

He frowned and asked: "Does it hurt?"

She hummed softly. I've heard people say that you won't feel pain after you get married. Hannah said it more bluntly, saying that you won't feel pain after you have s*x. It's pure nonsense.

After entering the classroom, Isaac picked up her cup and poured her a cup of hot water. He also took the glass on the seat and filled it with hot water: "Try it and see if it works."

She covered her abdomen in pain and lay on the table listlessly.

A warm hand covered the back of her hand. She was stunned for a moment, grabbed his hand, and signaled him with her eyes not to mess around. The last class was a self-study class.

His hand lifted her school uniform jacket, rubbed her lower abdomen, and lay beside her and said: "Sleep for a while, I'll call you after school."

The warm palm wrapped in hot water, rubbing her lower abdomen, warm and hot.

She turned her head and looked into his eyes, wanting to kiss for no reason.

He seemed to be able to see through her thoughts, and leaned over to kiss her. Through the towering books, the front and back rows couldn't see their movements clearly.

He stuck out his tongue, hooked hers, sucking and entwining. The hot breath sprayed on her face, her face was red, and her eyes were wet. "Good eyes are very attractive."

Lucy's heart softened, she took his hand out of his clothes, held his fingers together, and said softly: "I don't feel much pain anymore."

Searle was playing with his phone. You keenly noticed the movement in front of you.

Looking through the gap in the bookshelf, it was their hands clasped together. And there was a tent under Isaac's school uniform pants.

"I'll go..." Lucy wanted to pull her hand back immediately, but Isaac blocked the gap with a book and continued to hold her little hand, with a smile on his lips:

"Searle's birthday is tomorrow, are you going?"

"He didn't invite me." She flipped through the book, absent-minded.

"You are considered a family member." Her cheeks were flushed, and the roots behind her ears were hot:

"I don't want to go, your party is too lewd."

He knew she was talking about his birthday.

Several people started to make love in the box.

She didn't think that birds of a feather flock together, did they?

He played with her plump fingers:

"Good girl, don't be promiscuous with your brother?"

She turned around and covered his mouth, frowning:

"Don't say such things in school." He licked her palm with the tip of his tongue in a lustful way, and she felt a warm current flowing from her body, and her school uniform pants were soaked through.

Searle's birthday party was in the evening.

Patricia saw that Isaac and Lucy were going out, put down the bird's nest, and asked: "Is Isaac going out? Is Lucy going too?"

Lucy looked up at Isaac, she didn't want to attend that kind of party.

"Searle's birthday." He said briefly, and his intention was clear,

"They are all classmates, and Searle invited them." Lucy's eyebrows were obviously wrinkled, and Searle was not familiar with her to the point of inviting her.

When he lied, his face remained calm.

She remembered the way he talked nonsense seriously when they were having s*x. Patricia was about to say something, but he interrupted her:

"We'll be back soon."

"I'll ask the driver to take you."

Patricia looked at Lucy, her eyes seemed to hide a knife.

"No, it's more convenient for me to take a taxi." Perhaps it was because of Isaac's strong attitude that Lucy felt a little confident.

She looked at Patricia and raised her lips: "Auntie, let's go." Patricia clenched her fists and looked at the people walking side by side, like a couple.

She was not worried that Isaac would ruin Lucy, she was only worried that Isaac would be ruined because of these things. Leo went downstairs and asked, "Did Lucy go out with Isaac?"

Patricia retracted her resentful look and said like a loving mother, "I just asked the driver to take them, but Lucy insisted on taking a taxi.

Oh, it's hard to be a stepmother."

Leo rubbed his temples, "Lucy is sensitive.

She is not as heartless as Phoebe, nor as precocious as Isaac. It is understandable that she has a gap with you and me.

She has no friends in the new city. Isaac is willing to take her out to play.

Don't be too surprised." Patricia took a breath. He heard everything she said on the phone in the study that day.

She lowered her eyes and stared at his action of lighting a cigarette.

She simply said, "When I was the director of the Women's Federation, I took on all kinds of strange cases. Isaac is a boy who never talks to girls all year round.

Since Lucy came, the two of them are almost inseparable.

You shouldn't have arranged her in Isaac's school." Leo flicked the ash from his cigarette, puffed out the smoke, and opened his eyes:

"You have too high expectations of Isaac, and always hope that he will follow the path you paved. Do you think everyone can be the second me?"

Complex emotions flashed in Patricia's eyes, and she licked the corners of her dry lips:

"What do you mean by the second you? Leo, are you still thinking about what happened in the past? I tell you clearly, even if there was no Patricia, there would be Patricia and Patricia. Your yearning for power will sooner or later destroy your so-called love."

Leo nodded, pondered for a moment, and said:

"Yes, it's my own fault." Patricia was furious.

They couldn't mention the trivial things in the past, even if she gave birth to two children for him and helped him get his current status.

It seems that he can never avoid his ex-wife.

"I understand and agree that you want to compensate Olivia. I was wrong at that time. I interfered with your marriage. She divorced quickly and did not report you and me. I am grateful to her. Now she is no longer in this world. She entrusted her child to us before she died. I can take care of and raise her child. But at the same time, Isaac is my bottom line. Now that we have come to this point today, if something really happens in the future, I will do everything I can to protect Isaac."

The four words "do everything" were almost said by her gritted teeth. Leo extinguished the cigarette butt in his hand in the ashtray:

"Let alone nothing happened, even if it did, who do you think would be the leader with their temperaments?" Patricia sneered:

"If you want to compensate Olivia, Isaac can be buried with her, right?" Leo frowned slightly.

He didn't understand why Patricia was so indifferent and aggressive to the brother-sister relationship between them.

He thought of the dinner party tomorrow. He didn't want outsiders to see that they were not getting along and make fun of each other.

He went forward and put his arm around her shoulders, coaxing her:

"Okay, I know you're worried. They haven't lived together since they were young, unlike Phoebe who has had feelings for him since they were young. Emotional fluctuations during adolescence can easily lead to wrong judgments. I'll find time to talk to Isaac."

Patricia shook her shoulders and dodged Leo's approach.

There was some displeasure and grievance in her voice: "Not talking to Isaac, but to your precious daughter. I'm a stepmother, and if I talk too much, it's like I don't like her. You know Isaac's temper. He was rebellious during adolescence. Now I don't dare to talk to him too much."

Leo thought for a while and said okay. He didn't want to argue with her on these things.

Couples of their status can only go long-term if they are harmonious and friendly.

Whether it's marriage or career. Lucy followed Isaac out of the villa. His warm palm wrapped around her hand: "Does your stomach still hurt?"

Her heart was soft, and she struggled a little, probably because she met an acquaintance, and said softly:

"It doesn't hurt anymore. If someone sees us, they will misunderstand. Your mother just thought that I was pestering you." Isaac did not let go, but held it tighter:

"How would my mother know that I am so humble in front of you, and she only came out after begging you." She raised her little face, frowned, and muttered softly:

"The officials are allowed to set fires, and the people are not allowed to light lamps."

On the side of the road in the community. He held her chin with his palm:

"What are you talking about? Speak louder." She snorted:

"If you don't let me be weird, aren't you being weird yourself?"

He leaned over, put his lips on hers, gently stroking, and raised his eyes ambiguously:

"Then tell me, did I beg you to come out?"

The back of her ears was hot, and the hot and familiar breath wrapped around her like a vine. She opened her mouth slightly:

"No way." He opened his mouth and held her little mouth, sucking heavily on her lips before letting go: "You don't know how lucky you are."

She thought about how he was a little humble in the room just now, and he definitely didn't go to the point of begging.

He said that I have already promised Searle, if you don't go, am I a failure.

You are my girlfriend, it is normal for me to take you to meet my friends.

Be good and listen. It is definitely not a plea, it can only be considered as coaxing.

She thought about it, and her heart was filled with sweetness. It was a very happy thing to be in love with him. She was so happy that she almost forgot that there was a blood relationship between them.