Chapter 85

Elara had made a grave error. First, she covered No.17's eyes. Then, she raised her voice as she asked, "What are you looking at?" Her voice sounded like she was pretending to be brave. Obediently, No.17 allowed her to cover his eyes. He even felt delighted over the fact that she was touching him. He couldn't help but blink repeatedly, brushing his eyelashes against Elara's palm, as if he was tickling her hand with feathers. More of his semi-transparent tentacles reached out of the chamber to pull her slowly into his arms. Elara stumbled backward in fright and pulled his tentacles away from her body. The stupefied expression on her face made her look like she was in need of CPR. No.17 froze. He stared at her in a daze. His feelings seemed to have been hurt when she pulled his tentacles away from herself. No.17's damp hair draped down by the side of his pale face, bringing out the sorrow and gloom within his delicate soul. He couldn't comprehend why Elara wanted to step