His voice and laughter were both very clear, which confused me for a while.
I raised my eyes to look at him. In the dark night, his eyes were very bright, but bright red nosebleeds were still flowing from his nose.
"True virtuous..."
I hurriedly took out my handkerchief and held it up on my toes to wipe away his bloodshot eyes. I hoped my handkerchief wouldn't have a bad smell because it hadn't been washed for too long, otherwise I would bite my tongue and commit suicide.
"Does it hurt?"
The force of Afro's punch was extraordinary. He must have been in pain. I looked at him with pity.
"It doesn't hurt."
He gave me a bright smile, and immediately held my hand that was wiping the blood stains for him, "I have waited for so long and finally waited for you to come. Do you know how I feel at this moment?"
Pong-pong-pong... My heart is beating wildly. He read it clearly. Could it be that the love-showing scenes in literary novels have begun to take place? And the heroine is still me, Griffith?
"You...have you...been waiting here?"
I didn't know what to say, my face felt hot, so I could only talk randomly, and my voice stuttered a bit.
He smiled, very brightly.
"Yes, I have been waiting here, waiting for your arrival."
This sentence?
It sounded like a confession of love, "Oh, really..." Although I tried my best to speak calmly and calmly, suppressing my racing heart rate... However, because of his words, I suddenly felt a warm current trickling through me.
I felt like my body was full of pulses. I also felt difficulty breathing and was a little dizzy.
Now I finally realize that being too happy can be intoxicating.
"So...Riko..."
I suddenly thought of the sweet scene between him and that girl just now, and I couldn't help but feel amused.
"You obviously lied. You went with someone else... to the library..." I thought the expression on my face must look like a jealous woman? Wouldn't it be very disgusting?
"Are you talking about Riko?"
He laughed and held my hand tightly from beginning to end. It turned a little red when he squeezed it, but I didn't struggle, as if I didn't want to cut off the only chance for him to get close to me.
He kept his eyes on my face and didn't say anything for a moment, as if he was admiring my shy look. I was so panicked by his stare that I unconsciously raised my eyes.