A helpless sigh slipped from Betty's lips as Lillian dragged her along, she ran hand through her short hairs.
'I can walk, why is she dragging me though?'
From behind, a survivor's voice drifted to her ears, half-amused.
"Yeah, I thought he was a pervert, but turns out he just wanted muscles. Poor guy, I can see why he wants muscles, just look at his thin body."
Heat spread across Betty's cheeks, and she buried her face in her jacket collar.
'Ahhh, why did I do that? So embarrassing.'
Her lips, hidden in her jacket, started twitching, then broke into a grin.
'But those were solid muscles, hehe I want to punch his chest to test something'
Lillian stopped abruptly and shot her a sharp look, pointing toward the worn-out mattress like a general giving orders.
'Tch, just look at her behavior, it seems like concerned big sister or something, hmph. The more I see her behavior, the more she feels like a stranger.'
