Raise Love-50-Slim Waist
In every exam, her compositions would always be printed out by the Chinese teachers of each class and distributed to the students as model essays for reading.
In Yibei Middle School that year, students in their grade might not know who Aria was, but everyone had her articles, whether in their folders or in their notebooks for collecting good words and sentences.
She was featured in every issue of the school magazine's outstanding articles.
Ryder didn't have a bias in subjects. But as a big boy with a strong science - oriented mindset, he was somewhat weak in liberal arts. He had been dragged to the office by the Chinese teacher several times and made to read Aria's compositions while leaning against the wall.
There was no denying that her writing was stunning.
In the second year of senior high school, in the Youth General Journal, a girl's article with the theme of "Youth · Teenagers · Dreams" was praised by the whole school.
The brilliance of the teenagers, their dreams and backbone, shone brightly under her pen.
Ryder was the leader of the speech under the national flag. That time, it wasn't him who read the speech, so she didn't know that the student union was in charge of preparing the manuscript, and that manuscript was written by him.
His long and slender eyelashes drooped.
He looked at the girl's bright eyes, filled with undisguised joy. ωＷω.ＧoＮЬ.οrＧ
It was obvious that she was very happy. Not because of being praised or anything, but simply because he knew about this.
For some reason, his mood suddenly became very good.
It started to rain at night.
The pattering rain mixed with the sound of the wind was soothing and pleasant to listen to.
The bell for the end of the evening self - study at 8:30 had rung long ago. Footsteps sounded and then dispersed until the corridor was completely quiet. Aria lingered in the student affairs office, reluctant to leave.
She always needed a reason to look for him.
But it was really difficult.
If there was no reason, it would expose her ulterior motives.
The large space had been quiet for a long time.
He took off his earphones. The black wired earphones hung loosely on his earlobe, and the other end hung by his wrist. The sound of the game was played out loud, crackling.
This dispelled any possible awkwardness.
The window was open, and the wind blew in, sometimes strong, sometimes weak, tousling the hair of both of them. Aria quietly nestled into the sofa, reading a novel and occasionally looking up at him.
He was extremely lazy, as if his bones were soft. He had a lollipop with a paper tube stick in his mouth.
On the coffee table in front was an open cigarette case, with half a cigarette sticking out. Besides that, there were a bunch of candy wrappers scattered around.
In the nearby ashtray, there were only two burnt - out cigarette butts, lying alone in the transparent glass.
It seemed that boys really liked Huanghelou cigarettes.
She had seen him with this brand many times.
She secretly searched for it. It was very expensive. One year, she summoned up the courage to buy it. Later, she put it together with all the things related to him in a small box, including photos, test papers, and his exam codes.
Aria stared blankly at the box of Huanghelou cigarettes.
Ryder had subconsciously reached for it several times, but perhaps remembering her presence, he lazily withdrew his hand.
Aria knew that he had the habit of smoking when playing games.
She also knew that he didn't smoke in front of her.
There was a period when her pharyngitis flared up, and she couldn't stop coughing when she smelled the smoke. He happened to see this, and maybe he thought she couldn't stand the smell of cigarettes. Since then, she had never seen him smoke in front of her again.
That time, when she came out of the bathroom outside the KTV and saw him glance at her and deliberately extinguish the cigarette, she belatedly understood.
So that was the case.
In fact, she hoped even more that he could quit smoking.
If there was a chance.
After playing several rounds of games, it was already past nine o'clock, and it was approaching 9:30. The sound of the rain outside the window became even louder.
It was still early, and she could wait a little longer.
Aria quietly hugged her knees and looked at him for a few seconds, then withdrew her gaze, turned around, and leaned forward to look at the rain outside the window.
The mist was hazy, and the old - fashioned yellow streetlights were shrouded in it, spreading out a not - too - large area of bright light. With the light, the raindrops were particularly clear, criss - crossing and mingling.
She kind of liked rainy days. It could calm her mind.
Even when staying with him like this, she felt very peaceful in her heart, soft, as if soaked in white milk.
Free from distractions.
The sound of the game stopped at some point.
He placed one hand on the windowsill, leaned over her, and his shadow fell, as if his single arm was affectionately encircling her.
In fact, there was still a very safe distance between them.
He had eaten candy, and his body carried the two scents of bitter orange and sweet strawberry. When they merged, they added a bit of sweetness to his coolness. The warmth fell along with his lazy and leisurely voice.
"Like watching the rain?"
She subconsciously turned her face slightly.
After moving a bit further away, she looked at him and said in a low voice, "It doesn't seem like it's going to stop."
She didn't know it would rain tonight, so she didn't bring an umbrella.
If she had left at 8:30, it would have been okay.
"Yeah." His eyes casually fell outside for a few seconds, not paying attention to her dodging reaction. He straightened up lazily.
His big hand landed on the top of her head, turned it 90 degrees to the left, and then he raised his chin and let out a lazy chuckle.
"Look over there."
Aria blinked.
Following his words, her eyes swept over.
There was an umbrella.
She was stunned for a moment, "Huh?"
"You didn't leave even after class. Were you waiting for me here?" He leaned against the windowsill with a relaxed expression, looking down at her.
Aria's eyelid twitched, and she was speechless.
His fingers casually played with a few strands of her hair.
After a while, he patted her head, picked up the black - wired earphones on the coffee table and the half - open cigarette case, "Let's go. I'll walk you back."
As he spoke, he picked up the coat on the sofa and threw it at her.
"Put this on."
Since there was no evening training, Aria went back to the dormitory and took a shower after dinner. She took off her military training uniform and only wore a knee - length white dress with puff sleeves.
The cold air brought by the rain was slightly cool.
She could feel it while standing by the window. But when the coat was thrown to her, she frowned as she looked at his thin black short - sleeved shirt.
She held the coat but didn't put it on.
She didn't know if it was because she had been too cold to him at first, but he had always had no sense of distance from her and didn't avoid suspicion.
But he didn't know that he was so easy to like.
Aria quietly watched him pick up the black umbrella and go out first. At the door, she watched him put away the key. With a "click", the classroom was plunged into darkness, and he casually locked the door.
Only then did Ryder see her.
Under the incandescent lamp in the corridor, he seriously looked at her for the first time that day. The girl's fluffy hair hung over her shoulders, and her bangs covered the sides of her eyes and eyebrows, revealing a pair of bright eyes.
The white dress made her skin look snow - white, delicate and without a single flaw. Her figure was slender and beautiful, with her slightly bulging chest outlining a charming body curve. The round neckline showed her collarbones that were so beautiful they could hold a pool of shallow water. Her neck was slender and white, unguarded and exposed to him.
She was such a small and soft person that he felt like pinching her with his hands.
Her waist was so slender that it seemed as if it could be easily encircled.
It made him a little curious to try if he could really break it easily.
Ryder's eyelid twitched slightly, and his brows furrowed inadvertently. He moved his gaze away, and after a while, he casually looked back.
"Aria." He called her.
She looked at the coat, which still seemed to carry his cool bitter - orange smell. Then she looked at him and handed the coat back to him.
Soft but stubborn.
She was really worried that he would catch a fever or a cold from getting wet in the rain.
"You wear it."