"I wanted to ask you who you thought of in your fantasy...But seeing as to how much you're hesitating to tell me who it was and how red your face is, almost as if you've turned into a different type of variant human with red skin, I think I already know the answer."
Kafka said with a knowing smile on his face, satisfied that his plan had gone through smoothly.
"There's also how you keep on looking away when our eyes meet, just like how you did now, so I think it's unnecessary to say any more as I already know more than enough."
It's not like Kafka didn't want to hear Nina say that she wanted a family with him in her own words, as she was more than welcome to do so.
But Kafka knew that there was no chance that someone like her, who was trying to do her best to keep a safe distance from him, was going to say something like wanting to bear a child with him.
