Chapter 88

After watching the documentary, Elara lifted her skirt slightly. Flustered, No.17 looked elsewhere. Fortunately, Elara didn't notice his reaction. With a curious look on her face, she asked, "How was it? Any thoughts after watching that?" No.17 froze. He wasn't watching the documentary earlier at all. Lucky for him, that emotionless face of his would not reveal anything even if he was guilty of something. So, Elara did not observe anything amiss. He tested the waters by answering, "It was… very good?" Thereafter, he saw a look of relief come across Elara's face. With an exceptionally tender smile on her face, she agreed, "It was very good, indeed. I had the same thoughts." She then complimented him. No.17's eyelashes fluttered as he was filled with delight. Cautiously, he lowered his head and leaned toward Elara, his damp hair coming in contact with her hand. Elara understood what he meant. Kindly, she ruffled the top of his dark green-colored hair. "That's my No.17