She was very safety-conscious.
Her figure was excellent, like that of a famous model. Her height, well over 170 centimeters for a woman, made her appear especially tall and slender.
Her features were delicate—indeed, breathtakingly gorgeous.
At the very least, she was one of the most beautiful women Su Yang had ever seen.
How should he put it?
She was a mature older sister type he had never encountered before.
Just then, she suddenly moved.
Sakurajima Yayoi suddenly took one hand off the steering wheel and placed it over the back of Su Yang's left hand, which rested on the console.
"I asked to see you today because I wanted to tell you this."
Sakurajima Yayoi said.
Then she withdrew her hand.
It had been so quick that before Su Yang could even register the strange sensation, his attention had already shifted to her words.
"I hope you'll be careful around Miss Ram, Mr. Su Yang."
"Ram...?"
That was in line with what Su Yang had expected.
He had helped Mai before, so an old hand like Ms. Sakurajima must have long seen through Roswar and Ram's act. That was why she had specifically warned him.
It counted as repayment for his help.
But why had she touched the back of his hand just now?
Su Yang found it strange.
Then he heard Miss Yayoi continue, "I'm sorry, but after I went back, I looked into you, Mr. Su Yang."
"Then I learned from my friend Murasame."
"Just how terrifying Mr. Su Yang's identity is."
Was that so?
Murasame?
Su Yang remembered that there was a newcomer named Murasame Reion in the second squad. Since she was highly efficient and didn't have dark circles under her eyes, he had tentatively trusted her to lead the second squad.
Yet she had