"Something up?" Jiang Siming asked suspiciously.
Takakura Atsumi asked cautiously, "Sir, I want to ask you, are you leaving this place?"
"Yes."
"Then where are you going?"
"Osaka, Tokyo."
"That's great! My home is in Osaka, Sir, can you take me with you? I want to go see my parents. They might still be alive," Takakura Atsumi pleaded.
Jiang Siming refused without even thinking, saying, "No time, and I don't want to carry dead weight along the way."
"I won't be, Sir, Takakura will definitely not become your dead weight. If you encounter danger on the road, you can abandon Takakura and leave at any time. Takakura will never blame you, I just want to go to Osaka and see if my parents are still around. They must be especially worried about me right now. Sir, as long as you take me, I am willing to do any hard labor."
After finishing, Takakura Atsumi knelt on the ground and performed a very heavy Japanese etiquette, a bowing action.
"Oh? Then what if I let you offer me your body, would you be willing?" Jiang Siming only said this to scare her.
But he did not expect Takakura Atsumi to hesitate for a moment, and finally grit her teeth and say, "I'm willing!"
In Takakura Atsumi's heart, she knew that in this doomsday, she, a weak woman who was also a big star and a great beauty, would sooner or later be victimized by someone.
Miyamoto Sato was the best example; in Japan, she had too many sasaeng fans.
Since that was the case, it was better to choose to give herself to a man she fancied first.
Jiang Siming also did not expect this woman to be so resolute and decisive, and for a moment he didn't know what to