Looking at the approaching Akira, Jotaro was slightly surprised.
Akira stood numbly in place, her eyes flickering constantly, and within her pupils was reflected that familiar figure.
She finally couldn't hold back anymore, in one quick step, she rushed forward and hugged Jotaro tightly. Her slender fingers, like spring onions, clasped firmly onto Jotaro's solid back, sinking deep into his muscular fra.
Her soft and fragrant body lted into Jotaro's embrace, pressed closely against him.
Even through the clothes, Jotaro could feel her body heat.
Cold, it was a wave of chill.
Akira's delicate body was trembling in his arms, as if from fear.
Jotaro's hands were in his pockets, letting her hug him. In his view, she was in a completely broken ntal state, and the clothes on his chest were already soaked by her tears.
He furrowed his long brows.
The forrly refined, strong-willed woman now appeared so disheveled and weak.
Under the brim of his hat, his light green eyes stared at the woman hugging him. Jotaro didn't know what exactly had happened to her, but he didn't plan to interrupt her just yet.
"Don't go to the negotiation..."
After a long ti, Akira softly murmured these words, and then fell completely silent.
Jotaro realized Akira had already passed out, so he gently pushed her body away and lifted her horizontally into his arms.
He had heard her last words, but didn't understand their aning.
Don't negotiate? What could that possibly an?
He had already sent a negotiation announcent to the Washuu Clan, and with his current strength, they had no choice but to accept.
The ti was set for tomorrow afternoon.
Though it looked like a negotiation, in truth, it was a plan to wipe out the Washuu Clan in one go.
"Yare yare..."
Carrying Akira in his arms, Jotaro walked forward slowly, heading toward Shinobu's laboratory.
The true aning, he could only ask her once she woke up.
In the glaringly white dical room, Akira was placed on the hospital bed by Jotaro. Shinobu not only examined her condition but also helped clean her up.
"How is she?" Jotaro stood in front of the bed and asked.
"Physically, there's not much wrong. The reason she passed out was probably due to exhaustion."
"From the traces on her clothes, it looks like she was chased for a long ti before coming to the 24th Ward."
Shinobu stood beside Jotaro, folding up the dical report in her hands.
"Anyway, with a good rest, she should wake up soon."
She glanced at Jotaro, a bit of jealousy in her tone. "But, Jotaro-san, aren't you going to introduce her to ? Why was she calling your na in her sleep, hmm?"
"She's a subordinate I t at the CCG." Jotaro briefly explained.
"Subordinate?" Shinobu looked doubtful.
"Is it really that simple? What kind of subordinate would unconsciously call her superior's na in her sleep?"
Though she was clueless in matters of love, she wasn't that dumb.
Even if Jotaro thought of her as a subordinate, it was clear she didn't see him just as a boss.
She spread her hands, sowhat helplessly, and gave Jotaro a sidelong glance, jokingly, "Her body might recover soon, but who knows when her mind will heal."
Jotaro agreed, "Mm. True enough. She seems to have suffered so trauma, she looked like she was on the edge of a breakdown earlier."
Shinobu snorted coldly, that wasn't what she ant.
"Jotaro-san, I still have other things to do, so I'll go first."
Her soft little hand gently patted Jotaro's back as she smiled, "Your subordinate should be taken care of by you, her superior, right?"
Bang!
The dical room door was slamd shut.
Jotaro retracted his gaze, shook his head, looked at the soundly sleeping Akira, and was just about to leave, who knew, as soon as he turned around, Akira suddenly grabbed his hand.
"Don't go."
Sweat was constantly seeping from her forehead, as if she were trapped in a nightmare.
"A nightmare?"
Jotaro tried to pull his hand free. To him, she was a strong person, and she should be able to handle this kind of situation herself.
Normally, he might've shown so concern and stayed to take care of her.
But right now, he had other things to do, he had no intention of staying.
"Don't go... Dad... Dad..."
She saw Mado Kureo lying in a pool of blood, warm mories slipping away from her.
Akira chased desperately in the direction where he disappeared, trying to hold on to him.
In reality, Jotaro felt Akira's grip getting stronger and stronger.
She suddenly turned over, both her soft, boneless hands tightly clutching Jotaro, unwilling to let him go.
"Dad... Dad..."
Hearing these words, a trace of struggle appeared on Jotaro's face, and his steps halted.
Even though he had never had a girlfriend, after experiencing what the other Jotaro had gone through, he could relate.
Did Jolyne also mumble like this in her sleep, wishing he could stay by her side?
"Yare yare daze..."
Jotaro pressed down the brim of his hat and sat beside Akira, letting her tightly grip his hand.
Watching her brows slowly relax, his eyes remained calm as stagnant water, what he was thinking, no one could tell.
Akira's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and then her eyes slowly opened. The first thing that entered her vision was Jotaro's two-tone belt.
She was currently resting her head on Jotaro's thigh, and her hands were tightly wrapped around his waist.
Most importantly, her lower body was only wearing a pair of triangle shorts, her long, silk-like smooth legs tangled firmly with Jotaro's muscular legs.
She was like a sloth, and Jotaro like the tree she clung to.
"Aaaaah!! What did you do to ?!"
Fully awake, she suddenly shoved Jotaro away and returned to her usual forceful deanor.
Jotaro calmly sat up straight and stood.
"That's sothing you should be asking yourself."
The red blush on Akira's face lingered. She turned away and asked, "Why am I here?"
"Opening my eyes to see your annoying face, what bad luck."
"You don't rember what happened earlier?"
Jotaro frowned.
"Earlier?" Akira pondered for a while. Her mind was indeed a bit blank at the mont.
"Forget it. You should rest more for now."
Jotaro still had preparations to make for tomorrow's "negotiation." Although he had so questions for her, given her current state, he decided not to disturb her further.
Just as he was about to leave, Akira suddenly stood up from the bed and struggled to grab his sleeve.
Jotaro turned around, puzzled, "What is it? Do you have sothing else?"
A faint fragrance wafted toward him, and a pretty face grew larger in his field of vision.
Akira closed her eyes and kissed him on the lips.
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