Ch. 100 Holding Hands
Chleo was stunned on the way to Max's place. They passed through a wide road with meadows on both sides of the road. It seemed that Max lived in a less crowded suburb.
"I didn't expect your house to be so far from the city."
"I don't like crowds," Max replied with a smile.
Chleo knew this very well. Max doesn't like crowds. But why did this man always accompany her in a crowded place?
"Then why do you often go to town?"
"To see you, of course."
A blush lit up Chleo's face uncontrollably. As the days go by, Max became more and more outspoken towards her, making her skipped a beat countlessly.
Max glanced sideways at her, then focused his attention on the road. He smiled amusedly and couldn't help but fondly stroke the top of the girl's head next to him.
Chleo smiled shyly, feeling a gentle caress on the top of her head. She loved it when someone patted her head. It felt like she is loved and has the support of that person.