Yanqian

Probably able to guess what was going on in Matou Kariya's mind, Hanada Chiyo bit her lower lip, but finally did not continue.

The black-haired young man probably always regarded her as a child, and that was indeed the case.

Hanada Chiyo, female, 17 years old.

It's not the age of a child, but it really can't be called an adult.

Kariya Matou, male, 24 years old.

A social person who has been away from home for seven years, he is used to taking care of others gently.

This setup is simply terrible.

Being treated tenderly by an adult, but the other party obviously took care of her like a younger sister or something.

If it's an age difference of one or two years, it probably won't be a problem at all.

If there is an age difference of three or four years, some people will say that men who are older than themselves are more reliable.

Even with an age difference of five or six years, there is no shortage of people who can accept and support it.

However, the age difference of eight years does not seem to be so easily overcome.

Hanada Chiyo saw Matou Kariya skillfully turn off the fire, and then continued to stir the chocolate in the pot with a spoon.The tan viscous liquid that had completely melted was steaming white, and the sweet and greasy aroma of chocolate filled the entire kitchen.

"Miss Hanada, it's almost time to pour the chocolate into the mold." Matou Kariya pointed to the heart-shaped mold in the girl's hand.

"Well, good." Nodding, Hanada Chiyo took the mold to Kariya Matou's hand, took the spoon handed over by the black-haired youth, picked up a spoonful of chocolate solution and slowly poured it into the mold.

"Is this the first time for Ms. Hanada to make chocolate by herself?" Seeing the chestnut-haired girl's cautious movements, Kariya Matou chuckled and said.

"That's right, I used to buy that kind of packaged Giri chocolate directly in the supermarket for my classmates, but this time it's because I'm running out of money, so I can't help it." Hanada Chiyo shrugged and said, "Where's Matou-kun? It looks very skilled, have you done it yourself before?"

The chestnut-haired girl asked, but thinking of the black-haired young man who seemed to be good at everything, she didn't expect much from the other party's answer.

"Well, if I insist, I made chocolate truffles a few years ago, although it wasn't very successful." Kariya Matou scratched his head and smiled a little embarrassedly, "The other party is two nine-year-old girls, so I think chocolate Desserts like this are more suitable for them."

Hanada Chiyo looked at Kariya Matou with some surprise, obviously did not expect that the other party would personally make chocolates for the two little girls, "Is... Matou-kun's younger sister?"

"It's not so much a younger sister, but a child of the woman I like."

When Kariya Matou said these words, his expression and tone were the same as usual.But listening to Hanada Chiyo's ears, inexplicably felt very distressed.

"The person Matou-kun likes... is married?" Asking this sentence cautiously, Hanada Chiyo looked at Kariya Matou standing beside her in disbelief.

The black-haired youth just smiled softly, and then held Hanada Chiyo's hand.The chestnut-haired girl noticed that the chocolate solution she poured into the mold had overflowed.

"Well, she's been married for a long time." And, she's living happily ever after.

For some reason, Hanada Chiyo felt that Matou Kariya's gentle smile was like a sharp knife.

It was firmly stuck in her heart, which made people feel unceasingly painful.

why?

Obviously the people you like are already married, why don't you feel sad, why do you have to smile so softly?

Obviously that person has been married for so long, and even the child is already nine years old, why is he still unwilling to give up, why does he continue to like her?

Hanada Chiyo couldn't ask such a question, so she just kept silent.

Silently, he scooped up another spoonful of chocolate solution from the pot and poured it into the mold. The heart-shaped mold occasionally had a few small steaming bubbles.

Hanada Chiyo didn't say anything more, and Matou Kariya just stood silently watching the chestnut-haired girl making chocolate bit by bit.

The black-haired young man didn't know what time Hanada Chiyo woke up the next day, but when he got up to make breakfast, the chestnut-haired girl had already gone out.

A note was left on the table saying that he had to go out today, Matou Kariya looked at the gift bag Hanada Chiyo used to wrap chocolates in the kitchen and the calendar of February No. 14 in the living room, and smiled helplessly.

The atmosphere in the school was like an ordinary Valentine's Day. The girls shyly handed over their Valentine's Day chocolates to the boys.

Hanada Chiyo looked at the people around her, either enthusiastically discussing who accepted my chocolate today, or who gave your Valentine's chocolate to whom.The chestnut-haired girl felt a little uncomfortable for a moment, clutching her most beautifully packaged piece of chocolate, but didn't know whether she should give it away or not.

——I wish I had just left it on the table for him this morning.

"Chiyo, who did you give your chocolate to?" The girl at the front table turned her head gossipingly.

"All I make are giri chocolates. How can there be any Valentine's Day chocolates to give." Hanada Chiyo took out a copy from the desk, "Nana, this is for you."

"Hey... Chiyo is really, she is so cute, how come she doesn't like boys at all."

"Hahahaha." With a sloppy smile, Hanada Chiyo herself wanted to know why she fell in love with the black-haired youth who was eight years older than herself when so many boys of the same age didn't like her.

Nothing happened until after school, and almost all the giri chocolates brought by Hanada Chiyo were distributed.The most exquisitely packaged Valentine's Day chocolate has been lying untouched in her schoolbag, and the chestnut-haired girl felt that she should muster up the courage to hand it to that person at night.

"Miss Hanada." Matou Kariya stood at the gate of the school, and stopped calling her after seeing her figure.

It was only then that Hanada Chiyo remembered that this black-haired young man had already passed the deadline for this month, and at that time they did agree that Matou Kariya would wait for her to go home with her at the school gate , By the way, buy the ingredients for that night on the road.

"Matou-kun, have you been waiting for a long time?" Hanada Chiyo asked as he trotted to Matou Kariya's side.

"Not long." The black-haired young man smiled and shook his head, "Speaking of which, did Miss Huatian give away her Valentine's Day chocolates?"

As if he didn't expect Matou Kariya to ask this, Hanada Chiyo was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head, "Not yet..."

Matou Kariya looked at the girl beside him in surprise, "Is it okay if you don't give it away? You obviously did it so seriously yesterday." The black-haired young man seemed to have expected Hanada Chiyo to send chocolates to classmates, and felt that this chestnut-haired girl Already lost the chance to send chocolates after school.

"..." Hanada Chiyo didn't speak, but just pulled Matou Kariya's sleeve and dragged him forward.

He probably thought that Chiyo Hanada had given him chocolates, but the other party didn't accept them, and Kariya Matou let the chestnut-haired girl pull his sleeves and pull him forward.

"Hmm...Miss Hanada is actually very cute, please don't be discouraged." Not knowing what to say to comfort the girl walking in front of her, Matou Kariya clumsily could only say the most ordinary kind words.

Hanada Chiyo continued to walk home by the sleeves of the black-haired young man, with her head down making it hard to see her expression.

Matou Kariya took it for granted that the other party was still frustrated because of the rejection of the Valentine's Day chocolate, so he could only do his best to make the girl happy.

"Actually, you don't need to be so concerned, maybe the other party just doesn't like sweets?" Kariya Matou said as he scratched his hair, "Even if the other party doesn't like you...ah no, I'm sorry Miss Hanada, I didn't mean that .I mean, you can take your time, get to know each other first, and then develop relationships and things like that..."

Poor way of comforting people, to be honest Matou Kariya has always regarded Hanada Chiyo as an existence like Tosaka Rin Tosaka Sakura, a little girl who is younger than him and needs someone to take care of.

Hanada Chiyo didn't say anything until she got back to the apartment.

While Matou Kariya was worried that the other party would suffer too much, he did everything possible to make Hanada Chiyo smile.

On the other hand, Chiyo Hanada wanted to laugh, but she was coaxed out of tears by the black-haired young man.

It would be great if it was really as Matou Kariya comforted her, she could slowly get to know him and develop a relationship.

But it's impossible, this black-haired young man already has a woman he likes, and he didn't even give up when she got married and had children.

"Miss Huatian... don't cry yet, okay?"

Seeing Matou Kariya standing in front of her, seeming a bit distressed, Hanada Chiyo opened her mouth selfishly for some reason.

"If Mr. Jiantong says that I like you, I won't cry."

With a hoarse nasal voice, Hanada Chiyo raised her head and said to the black-haired youth with red and swollen eyes.

Matou Kariya didn't seem to be able to react, he blinked in a daze, "Miss Hanada?"

"Say you like me!" Tears couldn't help but fell again, as long as Hanada Chiyo thought that there was no hope for herself and the person in front of her, she couldn't stop wanting to cry.

Matou Kariya sighed, touched Hanada Chiyo's head helplessly, and said, "Well, I like you."

It's like a compromise between a gentle brother and a wayward younger sister.

However, even so, Hanada Chiyo was very happy.

The author has something to say: QAQ is so cruel, what should I do if I was tortured to death by myself... I obviously don't like you at all, but because of my gentle personality, I compromised you, and said that I like you...QAQ