Ivy was stunned, the rhythm of her heartbeat was half a beat, she wanted to sort out her thoughts, but she couldn't think of anything, her mind was full of Wu Wanting's words: "I want to confess, I want to move......"

"Heart!"

Suddenly, a volleyball flew towards the two of them and almost hit Ivy on the head.

Owen jumped to his feet, bent down to protect her in his arms, and the volleyball hit him on the back and bounced away with a "bang".

Her head was pressed against his chest, the scent of body temperature lingering on the tip of her nose, and the only sound in her ears was the sound of his steady and powerful heartbeat.

"Ivy, are you okay?" Owen patted her on the back.

Ivy didn't answer, and she didn't move.

At this time, a boy of seven or eight years old ran over, picked up a volleyball not far away, grimaced at Owen, and ran away as fast as he could.

Owen knelt on one leg, put his hands on her shoulders, and asked again, "Why didn't you react?"

Ivy pursed her lips and whispered three words: "Thank you." ”

Owen frowned, "Thank me for what?"

"Thank you for everything......" she whispered.

Owen's perception was beyond the ordinary, and her clanging heartbeat violently vibrated his eardrums like a drum.

He wanted to reach out and hold her, but once this thought came to him, it swept him away like a stormy wave, and the more he tried to suppress it, the more he was swept deeper by the waves.

"I ...... I seem to ...... I'm in love with you. Ivy plucked up the courage to confess and reached out to hug him.

I like you, I love you, I can't live without you...... He didn't know how many of these words he had heard before, but this time, it felt completely different.

Hiss-he heard the sound of melting snow and ice in a trance, and it was the cry and struggle of his heart, which had been frozen for many years.

At this moment, his reason had been shattered, and he didn't want to think about anything, and there was only one thought left in his mind - stretch out his arms and hug her tightly.

His soft lips left a warm mark on her forehead.

The last rays of light in the air were swallowed up by the night, the crowd on the beach had dispersed, and the moonlight spread like silk on the calm sea.

The two young souls hugged each other tightly, as if there was only Pets' heartbeat left in the world.

The ringing of the phone broke the silence of the night, and the two of them shook in unison and quickly let go of each other.

Ivy didn't dare to look at him, and rummaged through her phone in her bag with her head down. Her cheeks were still hot, and she didn't want him to see her embarrassment.

"Hey, oh, got it. After two sentences, she hung up the antelope.

Owen asked, "Is it white ice?"

Ivy still didn't look up, her eyelids drooping, "Well, she asked me to go back to the office." ”

"Go, I'll accompany you. Owen stood up and held out his hand to Ivy.

Ivy looked at his hands intently, her fingers slender and her nails neat and shiny. She suddenly remembered the thick calluses on her fingers, bit her lip, and put her hands on the ground, intending to stand up on her own.

After sitting for too long, my legs have become numb. She tried twice, and her legs hurt like pins and needles.

Owen saw through her mind at a glance and helped her up.

"The girl with calluses on her hands is very cute. He squeezed her hand tightly, affectionately.

This thought couldn't escape his eyes, and Ivy became even more embarrassed, and her already flushed face became more and more hot.

"Whether it's playing the piano or carrying the camera, I dream of infecting my audience with hard work. But now it seems that I am too self-conscious. She looked gloomy.

"This is your life, does anyone else matter?" Owen asked rhetorically.

"But everybody is denying me, I really don't know...... Isn't it time to stop and ask yourself......"

"Everyone, not me, anyway. I think you're a good journalist, passionate, exploratory, and courageous. Owen's eyes sparkled with a fiery light.

"Do you really think so, aren't you trying to make me happy?" she reconfirmed in disbelief.

"Of course!" Owen touched her head dotingly, reaching out to take her hand.

The four eyes are facing each other, and the ten fingers are tightly clasped. Love comes inadvertently, as beautiful as the first encounter.

The wind rose, and the originally calm sea set off layers of waves.

"Let's go, Bai Bing is still waiting for you. Owen took her into his arms and shielded her from the cool sea breeze.