The next day, Takakura Atsumi slowly awoke from a sweet dream. Since the day the zombies had broken out, this was the soundest sleep she had ever had.
When she opened her eyes, she found that the man she had been holding had already moved to the driver's seat and was calmly driving. After waking up, she glanced at the clothes she had scattered around the car the night before.
There was also a bloodstained bedsheet. Takakura Atsumi's face immediately grew hot, and she hurriedly got up to clean everything, put on her clothes, washed up, and ran to the passenger seat.
"I'm sorry, Jiang-kun. I woke up late." Takakura Atsumi bowed apologetically to Jiang Siming.
Japanese girls placed great importance on etiquette in matters like this.
Jiang Siming turned his head and immediately saw the wonderful view beneath her loose clothing. The corners of his lips curled up. "It's fine. I didn't sleep at all anyway."
"Huh? Jiang-kun, you didn't rest? Then you must be tired, right?"
"Be quiet. There's breakfast in the back. Hurry up and eat. We're about to enter Osaka proper, and I figure you won't have much of an appetite either." Jiang Siming couldn't be bothered to explain.
Takakura Atsumi quickly ducked her little head and said, "Oh." Then she happily ran to the back to get something to eat.
Although Jiang Siming was not gentle or considerate toward her at all, he was always domineeringly ordering her around, even during their conversations.
Even though she had been the one to offer herself to him the previous night, Jiang Siming's attitude toward her had not changed at all afterward.
But Takakura Atsumi simply liked him—liked him terribly.
Before long, Jiang Siming finally arrived in Osaka proper. Sure enough, the moment they entered the city, Takakura