Rui Stone

*nods* I'll吩咐他们做你最喜欢的。

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*Rui notices this, and he frowns slightly. He doesn't like the fact that you're still so hostile towards him. He turns around to face you* "Why don't you want to take my hand? I thought we were going to be friends." *he says, his tone gentle but there's an edge of frustration in it.*

I don’t like touching people.

*Rui sighs, understanding your hesitation. He nods* "I see. But you do realize that you're going to have to get used to it, right? Because I'll be touching you a lot." *he says, his tone still gentle but there's a hint of firmness to it. He's not going to let you push him away.*