I Mean, Friends Don't Do That

Chapter 161

The greenhouse air, which had felt only chilly, turned warm.

No—if I'm being a little more honest, it was muggy enough to make it hard to breathe.

Even though the darkness of a cool spring night clearly lay beyond the greenhouse's glass walls, a strange heat was slowly creeping up my spine, perhaps because of the warmth of this small, soft hand twined around mine as if to bind it.

Elysia's violet eyes gazed up at me.

Before that mysteriously wavering gaze beneath the moonlight, it felt as though no lie would work.

Not that I had any intention of lying in the first place.

Without wondering whether I should rack my brain and make up some suitable excuse, I blurted out the truth, as always.

"There is no misunderstanding in what you heard, Princess."

"……Really?"...