Raise Love-41-Be good, listen, let go

Ryder, "Tired?"

Aria glanced at him, nodded, and confessed honestly, "My legs hurt."

She paused and added, "My feet hurt too."

"It would be strange if they didn't hurt." He sneered, his gaze landing on her legs. "You can't even handle running two laps. If not you, then who would hurt?"

Aria: "..."

Subconsciously, she retracted her thin and somewhat soft legs under the chair, lowering her head slightly, feeling embarrassed.

Ryder curved his lips, his peach blossom eyes slightly raised, highlighting the lazy and casual smile at the corner of his mouth. He said lightly, "Come here."

Aria looked up in confusion.

Ryder didn't speak. He pointed to the position in front of him and just looked at her unhurriedly with his eyelids lifted.

Aria hesitated for a moment but still got up and walked in front of him.

He chuckled lightly. "The chair."

She said "Oh" and gently pulled the chair over. This time, she probably understood his meaning and sat down actively.

"What -"

Before she could finish, she was startled.

Ryder took off the baseball cap on his head and casually threw it on the table. He bent down and held her slender and tender ankle.

Aria was so scared that she exclaimed involuntarily and couldn't help pulling back.

Ryder tutted and held her down.

The hot and dry palm was close to her skin. His tone was impatient. "Don't move."

Aria stiffened her legs and didn't dare to move.

She lowered her eyes and just watched as he gently rolled up her trouser legs, revealing her fair and slender calves.

He didn't stop and rolled the wide and loose trouser legs up above her knees.

The calloused fingertips of his occasionally brushed against her skin, which was very uncomfortable. Her skin felt like it was burning. Aria wanted to hide but was afraid of his impatient tone earlier and didn't dare to move.

Her fair cheeks were already completely red.

He paused for a moment, stared at that overly fair and smooth slender leg for a few seconds, and pressed his tongue against his cheek.

The boy lowered his eyes. His hair was a little messy because of the baseball cap earlier. A few unruly strands were sticking up, and the stray hairs were haphazardly draped over his forehead, revealing his vulnerable nape.

The nape of the neck is probably a common weakness of humans.

It looked thin and fragile.

He was very fair, with a cold white complexion. The nape of his neck was white, transparent, and dry. There were two small moles connected together. Aria secretly took a look at him and carefully stretched out her hand to compare.

Probably if she fully extended her palm, she could hold his nape.

Easily hold him in control.

Or gently stroke him like petting a cat, coax him, and expectantly see if he would narrow his eyes and submit obediently.

She only dared to think like this.

Her mind was distracted but didn't notice that the hand covering her knee paused for a moment.

On the ground beside her, sunlight faintly fell, creating two almost overlapping shadows. One of the shadows raised its arm slightly, and the palm quietly landed behind the other.

Just a little distance away from touching.

Ryder silently looked at that shadow.

The girl's small palm stopped in mid-air, infinitely close to him. It stopped for a few seconds, clenched into a fist, and slowly withdrew.

The light in his eyes under his eyelids moved slightly. The kneading and massaging movements of his hands resumed as if nothing had happened and continued. gōΠb.ōγg

I don't know where he kneaded, but suddenly there was a "hiss" from the top of his head.

The small slender leg in his palm also stiffened and dared not move.

"Does it hurt?" he asked.

Aria bit her lip. Her suppressed voice trembled slightly. "Yes."

"A little."

Ryder frowned and looked up at her. "Can you bear it?"

"... I think so."

Her eyes were already red.

She could still bear it. Ryder sneered.

This little pain couldn't even be endured. Such a delicate girl.

Aria was indeed afraid of pain.

Her pain nerves were more sensitive than others. Moreover, although she wasn't from a very wealthy family, she was spoiled since childhood and had a very delicate nature.

Very few people knew this.

Because the impression Aria gave others was gentle and quiet.

"Standing for a long time, combined with not acclimatizing to the new environment, and doing a lot of heavy lifting with the luggage the past two days, the bones have stiffened. If you can't bear it, there's no way. It will hurt even more." He said, "If you endure it, the pain won't be as bad."

"Once you endure it, it won't hurt as much," Ryder said in a low voice. He also smiled and teasingly said casually, "If it's really unbearable, you can bite something or even cry out."

As he spoke, his palm suddenly exerted force.

Aria's cry of pain was caught on the tip of her tongue. It was about to burst out but was strangely blocked back by his words.

What does it mean, it's okay to cry out...

She bit her lip. The soreness in her knees came one after another. Her eyes became redder and redder, and the force with which she bit her lip also increased.

When she took a breath, she couldn't help sobbing.

Ryder's movements became gentler. Lazily, he raised his eyes and saw the girl's red-rimmed eyes. His gaze slightly concentrated.

He sighed, raised the arm beside her, and let his fingertip land on her lips. Pressing her soft lips with some force, he said in a low voice, "Let go."

Aria looked at him tearfully.

"Good girl, be obedient." He said in a low voice, coaxingly, "Let go."

Aria let go of her teeth.

The soft and pale lips, without the biting force, instantly became congested and turned bright red, leaving several deep teeth marks.

It was obvious that she had bitten with great force.

So pitiful.

Ryder had really never encountered such a delicate girl. Aria was constantly refreshing his lower limit.

He sighed helplessly. "Is it really that painful?"

Aria: "It hurts."

It didn't hurt when she wasn't massaged and could sleep well.

"Then I'll be gentler." He resignedly chuckled, touched the hand grasping her shirt hem and let her hold onto him. "Bite my hand if it hurts. Don't bite your lips. It will hurt even more if you break them."

Aria blinked.

Suddenly, a hand was stuffed into her palm.

Dry, warm,

It just wrapped around her small hand. In just an instant, it quickly let go.

She didn't react. Until that hand pinched her index finger again, his voice lazy and casual, "Did you hear me?"

"... I heard."

She held that hand weakly.

How could she really bite him.

She didn't even dare to hold him firmly, let alone bite him.

However, the imagination was beautiful. That annoying soreness came again, numbing like being pricked by countless needles. She couldn't control herself at all.

Suddenly, she exerted force with her hand and firmly held that hand.

She subconsciously closed her eyes tightly, gritted her teeth, and her eyelashes trembled severely.

A soft laugh sounded beside her ear. Ryder didn't forget to comfort her in a low voice, "I'll be gentler. Bear with it a little longer. It will be better soon, okay?"

Aria: "..."

Really, I really want to cry.

He's so gentle.

But why, especially at this time...

sos!!