Raise Love-51-How about coaxing me

Ryder: "..."

The incident of the baseball cap last time was still vivid in his mind.

He raised his browbones and let out a laugh.

"Aria." Ryder called her again. There was a hint of danger in his lazy voice as he looked at the coat.

He narrowed his eyes, almost gritting his teeth.

"Don't make me angry, okay?"

Aria pursed her lips, "..."

The courage she had finally mustered to resist was like a balloon pricked by a needle, quickly deflating and disappearing completely.

She murmured an "Oh" in a daze.

Not giving up, she moved forward again and carefully offered the coat once more.

Instantly, the air seemed to turn cold.

Aria lowered her eyes, her eyelashes fluttering rapidly. She put on the coat and was immediately surrounded by his scent. He pushed her shoulder slightly, and his voice was flat and emotionless, "Let's go."

Aria's heart tightened.

Her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but due to hesitation and fear, she finally chose to keep quiet.

The moments when she felt at ease in front of him were pitifully few.

When his tone was a little colder, she didn't dare to speak. She also understood that the lazy and casual tone he usually had was his deliberate indulgence.

When he was unhappy or impatient, he was colder than anyone.

The lights in each class were turned off.

The lights in the corridor were also dim, just like that day not long ago. Aria had mild nyctalopia and was a bit absent - minded in the dark, trying hard to focus on the path under her feet.

She was easily influenced by him.

She pursed her lips.

Little did she know that all her expressions fell precisely into the eyes of the person beside her.

Ryder slightly tilted his head, his eyes downcast, looking at the girl's slightly unhappy expression. All her emotions were written clearly on her face.

He couldn't be fierce with her.

He kind of wanted to laugh. He hadn't even been fierce.

He was used to being cold to others. His normal way of speaking was even more excessive than that, and he didn't realize there was anything wrong with his tone at that moment.

If it wasn't for seeing her suddenly become downcast and reflecting on himself, he wouldn't have known what he did wrong again.

She was really a little ancestor.

Ryder chuckled in frustration, his hand brushed across her neck and pinched it. He watched with satisfaction as she shrank her neck, then his palm slid down and naturally clasped her slender wrist.

Aria's body stiffened as she went downstairs.

She heard him ask casually by her ear, "Aren't you afraid of ghosts?"

"..."

Suddenly, her nose felt sour, and she wanted to cry.

The emotion came suddenly. She quietly took a while to calm down and suppressed it. She sniffed her nose and didn't look up.

Her voice was low and small.

"Are you angry?"

Fortunately, the corridor was quiet and empty, and any small sound would naturally be amplified several times.

Otherwise, he really wouldn't have been able to hear clearly.

He pressed his tongue against his cheek and let out a snort, "Do I dare to be?"

Aria: "..."

"Then do you want some candy?" After a few pauses, she took out several stick - less milk candies from her satchel and offered them to him.

Ryder lowered his eyes and raised an eyebrow.

"Are you trying to coax me?"

He was very close.

The sweet strawberry scent from the lollipop had faded, leaving behind the after - note of bitter orange and the faint smell of tobacco.

The coat also had it, although it was very faint.

He had a smoking addiction.

Aria knitted her brows, remained silent for a few seconds, and then said softly, "If you eat candy, you might smoke less."

Her younger brother was strictly supervised at home.

He wasn't allowed to smoke, and there was always a pack of candies on the table. She had asked before, and her brother said that eating candy could suppress the urge to smoke when the addiction kicked in.

He didn't say anything, just looked at her with lowered eyes.

Aria couldn't help but lower her head under his gaze, instinctively wanting to hide. If she hadn't tried her best to control herself, she would have run away already.

She only exposed the back of her neck to him.

Ryder's eyes were obscure. He stared at the delicate and white nape of her neck. After a long while, his fingertips finally moved.

He grabbed the candies.

He used the hand holding the umbrella handle to tear open the candy wrapper and threw one into his mouth.

"You want to control my smoking?"

Aria froze. He moved closer, and the warm breath unique to boys rushed towards her. He chuckled and said, "Little one, do you know this is something only a girlfriend can do, huh?"

Aria's face suddenly turned pale.

She had crossed the line.

"I - I just said it casually." Her eyes lost focus as she explained in a low voice, "Because smoking is bad, so I just mentioned it casually. You can ignore it."

Those inappropriate memories suddenly emerged in her mind.

They could act coquettishly with him openly as his girlfriend, chatting and laughing with him naturally and casually.

Receiving his rare gentle preference.

"... Don't take it to heart." She clenched her hands tightly, her fingertips turning white.

Ryder let out a soft sigh.

"I was just teasing you," he said, seeing that the little girl was quite frightened. He hadn't really said anything, "What are you panicking about? Why are you so timid?"

Aria pursed her lips and lowered her head without speaking.

She wasn't timid. She just suddenly realized that she was actually just a passing stranger to him.

"I haven't had much contact with girls like you. I'll be more careful next time, okay?" He pinched the back of her neck helplessly and coaxed her in a low voice.

He was so gentle again.

Aria was on the verge of crying from sadness.

The rain made the ground wet. There were some small puddles in the uneven places. The empty street was deserted.

At this time on normal days, it would be very lively.

Now there was only the sound of rain and the quiet footsteps stepping into the water, with the gurgling sound of water. The cold air from the rain mist rushed towards them.

Ryder had let go of her wrist the moment they walked out of the teaching building.

Aria lowered her eyes, blinking away the remaining sourness and wetness at the corners of her eyes. She subconsciously tightened the coat that didn't belong to her.

She took shelter from the rain under the awning in front of the teaching building, watching Ryder open the umbrella. After a moment of hesitation, she took a few small steps towards him.

The umbrella was a bit small for two people.

She noticed that Ryder was deliberately tilting the umbrella towards her. Her brows knitted unconsciously, and she felt regretful. If she had known it would rain tonight, she wouldn't have stayed in the student affairs office for so long.

It seemed to be an innate principle that boys should give way to girls.

Although she felt a bit down in her heart, at least at this moment, she still wished that the one getting their shoulder wet was herself.

She tried her best to control her body and move aside to let him get less wet. However, she hadn't moved much when she heard an impatient "tsk" above her head, and she immediately dared not move.

But then she became anxious again.

She wanted to walk faster. The No. 2 dormitory and the No. 7 dormitory were in opposite directions starting from a fork in the road. He would have to walk an extra distance to send her back. After all, it was still troublesome for him because of sending her.

He seemed to have deliberately slowed down his pace. Because of the water on the ground and the rain being blown slantwise by the wind, they walked extremely slowly.

And Aria had just realized another thing.

It seemed that Ryder didn't really like it when others refused him?

She had only refused him twice.

Both times had made him impatient, indicating that he generally didn't allow refusal when he wanted to do something. So if she really left him in the rain and ran back, he would be angry.

After thinking about it, there was only one way. They walked slowly. She hesitated and called him softly, "Ryder."

"Hmm?" He lowered his head and replied casually.

Aria said, "Your shoulder is getting wet."