Raise Love-140-"Don't go back tonight, will you

Ryder's cooking skills were truly excellent, and there was no exaggeration at all.

He was very good at taking care of others. Without Aria having to do anything, he had already prepared the crab and placed it in a small dish beside her.

It seemed that he didn't eat much himself. Aria pursed her lips and quietly picked up some food for him.

There was a dishwasher in the kitchen. After tidying up the dishes and chopsticks, the two of them sat side by side on the sofa. The cat hooked onto Ryder's trouser leg and tried to climb up.

It was shaken off, but it climbed back again.

As if deliberately teasing it, Ryder tirelessly stopped its climbing attempts. Finally, he made the cat angry, and it changed its target. With its ears perked up, it started climbing onto Aria.

Then it was lifted back by a hand with distinct knuckles.

The cat: "Meow——!"

"Ryder, don't always bully it." Aria smiled and rescued the cat from Ryder's hand and held it in her arms.

After all, the cat took a bath every day, had regular check-ups, and received vaccinations. It was clean and safe.

Ryder didn't say anything. He reached out and pulled the little girl into his arms. Leaning her head on his shoulder, Aria looked up and asked,

"What's its name?"

Ryder casually played with Aria's hand. "Mochi."

Aria: "?"

The TV program was a bit noisy.

Aria suspected that she had misheard. After a couple of seconds, she asked again, "What?"

"Its name is Mochi."

Hearing its own name, as if in response, the cat in Aria's arms raised its head and looked at Ryder. "Meow?"

"......"

The corner of Aria's mouth twitched uncontrollably.

Help. Such a cute and adorable cat, why did it have such a tacky and common name!

Wasn't Ryder always into fashion?

It took Aria a long time to find her voice, and her voice was a bit hoarse. "Who gave it this name?"

"Is it not nice?"

Aria was silent for a few seconds. "... Well, it's not that."

Ryder understood. He grabbed the little head of the stupid cat that was held high and said with a straight face, "Oh, Finn Alvarez gave it the name."

"He said an ordinary name makes it easier to raise."

Mochi: "Meow!"

The two of them and the cat nestled on the sofa and quietly finished the movie that Aria had watched halfway before dinner. When the movie ended, Ryder pushed Mochi away, held the back of Aria's head, and lowered his head to kiss her.

"Meow——"

The apple that Aria had been eating halfway rolled onto the floor.

The living room was pitch-black, and only the TV with the rolling credits cast a faint light.

Aria was pressed against the sofa and pulled into his arms. Her arms didn't know where to go. Ryder grabbed her wrist and pressed it above her head, casually pinching her chin and then leaning in to bite her lips.

When they separated, they were both out of breath.

Aria was dazed for a moment with a blank mind. Then she suddenly remembered something and looked up at the time. It was already past nine o'clock.

Harvard University didn't conduct dormitory inspections on Fridays and Saturdays, but the curfew was still in effect.

The dormitory building door would be locked at half past ten.

She wasn't sure what time the school gate would be locked.

She pursed her slightly warm lips and said softly, "It's almost the curfew time." She was a bit startled by her own hoarse voice. After a few seconds of pause, she called him, "Darling Rye."

"Hmm?"

Ryder leaned against the sofa and lazily raised his eyebrows.

There was a distant and profound emotion in his eyes.

The little girl's eyes were wet and bright, and the corners of her eyes were a bit red.

He reached out and gently touched her eyes twice with his fingertips. He looked lazy and satisfied, as if he had done something remarkable.

Aria's heart rate accelerated uncontrollably.

It wasn't the first time she had noticed that Ryder would naturally show that extremely lazy look after kissing her, which was charming and sexy.

He was so alluring that even the air around him seemed to be subtly enticing.

No one could say "no" to him like this.

"Don't go back tonight, okay?" Ryder said with a soft smile. His voice was hoarse with a hint of desire, but his expression was serious. "Stay at my place for one night and go back tomorrow morning. I won't do anything to you."

Aria looked at him.

Ryder pressed her head and smiled. "I promise."

In Aria's heart, Ryder was a gentleman.

Although the gentleman sometimes played tricks and pestered her to hug and kiss him in small ways, he always got her consent.

He really kept his word and didn't touch Aria again.

After the little girl nodded in agreement, he slowly went back to the room and brought out one of his shirts for her to wear after taking a shower.

Aria held the shirt, feeling a bit nervous.

Everything was normal. Ryder always had a normal expression and calmly made the bed on the side. It wasn't until the little girl came out of the bathroom wearing the shirt that reached down to her thighs.

He leaned against the headboard and lazily raised his eyes.

His eyes froze for an instant.

The little girl's hair was wet and draped over her shoulders. A towel was draped over her shoulders, and water droplets kept dripping from the slightly curled ends of her hair.

She was wearing his shirt, and the top button wasn't fastened.

Her fair and beautiful collarbone was exposed, as if it could hold a pool of water.

Her two slender and straight legs underneath were so white that they were dazzling. Her toes, which were stepping on his slippers, curled unconsciously due to discomfort.

She lowered her eyelashes, clenched the hem of the shirt with her fingertips, and didn't dare to look up.

"I, I'm done with the shower..."

Ryder restrained himself and took back his gaze. His Adam's apple rolled uncontrollably. He let out a low "hmm" and said, "I've made the bed for you."

Aria said softly, "Ooh."

She stepped on the slippers, which were a bit big, and her footsteps made a tapping sound.

She stopped in front of the boy.

Ryder resisted for a while but couldn't help looking up at her.

Up close, the little girl's curled and long eyelashes were trembling slightly. Her cheeks were extremely alluring, either because they were reddened by the hot water in the bathroom or for some other reason.

Ryder pulled her to sit down, then got up and left in silence. Aria sat by the bed and was stunned for a while before she came to her senses.

Just like that, he left?

For some reason, Aria felt a bit of an indescribable sense of loss.

Until the door of the room was opened again. Aria raised her eyes, and Ryder came in with a hair dryer and a dry towel in his hand.

"Did you go out to get these?"

"Yeah," Ryder sat down beside Aria, held her shoulder, and turned her body around. "I haven't used the hair dryer for a long time, so it took me a while to find it."

The girl lowered her head slightly, and her slender and white neck was fragile and alluring.

He stared at it, finding it hard to look away. After a pause, he pressed the button of the hair dryer and then said in a hoarse voice, "Girls shouldn't go to bed with wet hair. It will cause headaches and is not good for the body."

Aria crossed her hands and placed them on her legs, sitting still and obediently.

It seemed that Ryder had never dried someone else's hair before. At first, his movements were a bit clumsy. He kept carefully asking her in a low voice if the temperature of the hair dryer was too high and if it was pulling her hair.

Occasionally, there was a little bit of discomfort, but it didn't hurt much.

Aria shook her head. "No."

He observed her expression, and gradually his movements became more proficient.

His slender and beautiful fingers deftly shuttled through her soft hair. The little girl had good-quality hair, which was thick, black, and soft, and it felt really comfortable.

When it was almost dry, he put down the hair dryer.

Aria turned her head and asked with a smile, "Is it done?"

"Yeah."

"Done." Ryder looked down at her. There was a hint of darkness in his eyes. His fingers rubbed for a moment. After a moment of hesitation, he couldn't help it.

He pinched her chin, lowered his head, leaned in, and kissed her as he wished.

The next morning, Aria woke up, sleepily rubbed her messy hair, and groped her way into the bathroom with half-closed eyes to wash up.