"Ugh... we're out of fruit at home."
Lying on the couch, Nakajima Michika had wanted to grab an apple to eat, but her hand found nothing but empty space.
She ruffled her messy hair and sat up from the couch.
If Beichuan Si was about to come home, she wouldn't dare let him see her in such a slovenly state, but since she was alone, it didn't matter.
Nakajima Michika stretched languidly and yawned, "Mr. Beichuan and Hui Li have been looking after me, maybe it's not a bad idea to go buy some things as a token of my gratitude."
She made up her mind, quickly tidied up her messy hair, and then put on a mask and sunglasses before heading out.
"Umm... I remember there's a shopping street around here." Nakajima Michika yawned again, not forgetting to take out her phone and check the map on it.
She sauntered with a lazy, staggering gait, looking very much like the "unemployed layabout" often portrayed in the media.