Chapter 65

No.17 straightened up slightly. He was strongly fixated on the spot where her hand had pushed him away. The warmth of her palm had set a fire across his skin. His pale, slender fingers pressed against the edge of the glass tank. Strands of damp, green hair clung softly to his handsome face, draping over his forehead in gentle waves. Under the refracted light, his eyes looked breathtakingly radiant—like a deep abyss, unsettling and unfathomable. His gaze lingered on Elara's face, carrying an emotion both complex and profound. "Elara..." He called her name again, his tentacles tightening around her. "What's wrong?" Elara felt a strange unease at the sudden shift in No.17's emotions. His tentacles coiled around her wrist, pulling her closer—so close that she was nearly pressed against his waist. Her vision was filled with the sharp contours of his well-defined muscles. His voice was barely above a whisper, deep and hoarse, almost like a breathless murmur. His cold-blooded limbs f