Chapter 194 Coaxing People

"For example?" The professor raised his eyelids coldly, his fingers unconsciously stroking the handle of the spoon. He began to miss his gun. If it was pressed against the other person's chest or neck at this time, it would always add some deterrent effect, which is better than nothing. In any case, it would be better than the current helpless appearance.

The other party leaned over and kissed his eyes - but no matter how gentle the gesture was, it could not conceal the harsh nature of the subsequent judgment.

"For example, you've been out of coffee these days." The savior smiled as he looked at his old enemy whose eyes suddenly widened. He looked even more emotional than when he was beaten just now.

The guy lowered his voice and growled at him, "What the hell does this have to do with coffee?!"

"It's okay, but first of all, you don't need coffee." Azuka was peeling an apple and said calmly, "I think you need rest and sleep right now, not guzzling stimulants to keep you high while you have a headache and nightmares."

"I have important work to do, and I need coffee. It helps me think." His old enemy stared seriously into the void and announced to people with a solemn oath.

He had a bad feeling. Although he hadn't supported his coffee habit before, he'd always found a way to get a few sips, and the savior had simply turned a blind eye. But if he was completely determined, there was nothing he could do now.

"I'll take over. The others aren't idle either. I don't think it requires sacrificing your sleep." Azuka quickly cut a small piece of apple with a knife and stuffed it into the man's mouth. Hearing this, he sneered darkly, "Besides, what can you do in your current state of being blind? Sir, you've brought this upon yourself."

"Not even a small cup?" His old enemy pursed his lips.

"Here comes the secondary reasons," a certain savior announced coldly. "You're going to have to pay something for my bad mood. If you don't care if your ass gets hurt, then I'm going to have to change my approach."

He smiled unusually gently: "-In other words, I am punishing you."

Azuka has never been a gentle, tolerant and kind person. When he is really angry, even Ole and Mashilin dare not provoke him easily.

“…”

Surprisingly, the black-haired young man calmly swallowed the apple silently. He put down his spoon, wiped his mouth, and then stretched out his arms to the side as if it were a matter of course. "Azuka."

The blond warlock narrowed his eyes calmly, "...Are you acting like a spoiled brat to me?"

"I can't see." Those smoky gray eyes were quietly out of focus, covered with a layer of mist from his kiss just now, looking a little pitiful. "You said that if I make you angry and don't know what to do, I will hug you - but now I don't know where you are."

After a long moment, the other person in the room seemed to sigh. Soon, Nova felt a warmth coming from his body. Someone pulled him into a hug, ruffling his hair in anger.

Then Azuka suddenly heard the person in his arms say, "I lied."

"……Um?"

"When I was treating my eyes, you asked me if I was afraid of the dark." The man's voice was a little hoarse. "I lied then."

The savior was slightly startled. He lowered his eyes and saw his nemesis trying to slowly rest his chin on his shoulder.

The other party didn't seem to do this kind of thing often, so he seemed a little stiff, even a little cautious, like a temptation that could be withdrawn at any time.

He lowered his head, kissed the other's hair gently in a soothing manner, and gently stroked his enemy's back with his palm.

"...Or perhaps my explanation wasn't precise enough." The man remained silent in his arms for a moment before whispering, "I feel... disgust, resistance, and fear—I suspect this is an uncontrollable stress response."

Nova felt the hand holding him pause for a moment, then tighten its grip, a reassuring force. "Do you want to talk to me?" the other person asked, almost whispering.

"I had a growth in my brain."

...This wasn't the first time he'd shown weakness in front of this person, and aside from a slight instinctive unease, he hardly felt any emotion like "shame." Perhaps it was because it was a very effective self-preservation strategy, no matter who it was directed at.

Noticing the other person's fingers suddenly tightened for a moment, the black-haired young man added expressionlessly: "Not this body, but my real body."

"Doctors are helpless and can't even tell what it is. They can only treat it as a tumor."

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes tiredly, and then rested his forehead on the other person's shoulder. His fingers involuntarily grasped the clothes on the other person's back little by little. "But as it grew bigger day by day, it began to press on my brain tissue until I completely lost consciousness."

First, he developed anxiety symptoms, then began to hallucinate. Over time, he gradually lost his ability to move, speak, and think logically. Finally, he could only lie in bed, waiting for death in complete silence.

"I can't think in the darkness." The fingers that were hugging the other person's shoulders tightened little by little. He forced himself to suppress the almost instinctive fear and could only describe it in a plain and straightforward manner.

"—I can't even think."

The arms around my waist were getting tighter and tighter.

Nova felt a strange sense of panic as he was being restrained, overwhelmed by this unthought-out, even unprecedentedly clumsy, strategy. He simply and crudely exposed his true intentions, with a cold, cruel naiveté: "...So I need coffee now. It's a highly effective and convenient placebo for me, helping me to continue thinking and thus maximize my efficiency."

Seeing the other person fall silent, he tentatively rubbed his cheek against the other person's shoulder: "I have temporarily lost my sight again, and you said you loved me, you can't do this..."

"So this is why you're constantly overdrawing on your health? For the so-called... 'maximum efficiency'?" The Savior abruptly interrupted him, his voice muffled and dangerous, "Even if the cost is long-term insomnia, headaches, heart palpitations... or even more severe withdrawal symptoms?"

Where did these damn self-destructive tendencies come from? He didn't think it was just the fear of illness.

"I'm not overdrawing my health, it's just coffee." What a mess! Nova frowned and retorted, "I'll die if I can't think. I'll die if I can't work. I just hope to maximize my waking moments - you!"

The tailbone exploded with severe pain, and then the buttocks were hit hard again. The dull pain immediately rushed up along the unspeakable part.

Azuka held the man down expressionlessly, allowing the other person to bite his shoulder in a fit of rage.

"Every time you get seven hours of sleep, your coffee ban will be shortened by one day. Otherwise, say goodbye to your coffee." He lowered his eyes calmly and announced, "There's absolutely no point in negotiating this, sir. There's no point in trying to be nice to me."

Nova: “…”

He could actually taste the rust between his teeth, but the man didn't move, even rubbing the back of his neck soothingly.

...Why did he negotiate in such a ridiculous way, and then bite him in anger after failing? How childish! He slowly loosened his teeth, and suddenly began to doubt his sanity.

The other party was still coaxing him gently: "Other than that, I am at your disposal. Please tell me what you want."

"real?"

"Really." The savior paused, then added cautiously, "On the premise that it does not affect your health."

"...Sleep with me tonight." The black-haired young man closed his eyes expressionlessly and said in a cold tone, "I have a headache. You have to rub it for me until I fall asleep, get the so-called seven hours of sleep, and then return my coffee - are you satisfied?"

The hand that was slowly massaging the back of my neck stopped moving.

The next second, the guy laughed softly, with some unusual sense of pleasure: "Are you kidding me?"

"I have a headache, and you rubbed it so comfortably." The other man glanced at him coldly and said, "I don't think there's anything you could call 'coaxing' about that."

"You are so cute." Someone sighed as his old enemy looked at him as if he were a psychopath.

“…”

"She's also very good at acting like a spoiled child."

Although still a little clumsy, at least she tried to rub against him and meow at him, which was really worth rewarding.

The savior, whose mood suddenly brightened, suggested earnestly, "If you have a severe headache, I can help you rub it now."

"No, it's work time."

The professor stood up expressionlessly, and just as he was about to turn around and leave, he was gently pulled back.

"Your clothes are so wrinkled now that you can't even show them to anyone." The man sighed helplessly, "Come here, I'll help you straighten them out."

When he appeared in front of others with his red lips and disheveled clothes, anyone could tell what had happened before.

The black-haired young man stood there expressionlessly, his chin slightly raised, allowing the other person to concentrate on helping him adjust his collar and tie.

"Where are Ole and Marshiline?"

"They're still on the front lines." The Savior's voice had returned to its usual gentle calm. "By the way, from what I know about them, they should be a bit irritated with you as well."

Given Ole's awkward personality, he was probably angry about why an ordinary person would rush over to replace him without caring about anything; as for Marcyline, she was probably mainly angry at him and his concealment - it didn't have much to do with the professor.

Nova frowned slowly: "Why?"

What’s going on? Isn’t it enough to coax one person?

"You don't have to coax me." The other party seemed to see through his thoughts and replied with a smile: "You just need to give the order, and I will take care of the rest."