Adams, with red eyes, directly pounced towards Rosalind White in the bathtub.
Rosalind's mind was preoccupied with Adrian Law, but under the control of that Passion Burning Incense, her head was already dizzy. She vaguely felt someone open the glass door, a tall, slender figure walking towards her.
She was already overwhelmed, unable to bear even the slightest approach of a man. Although she couldn't clearly see the other's face, the tall frame and vaguely handsome features made Rosalind think she truly saw Adrian Law's image.
"Adrian, is that you?"
"Um... Adrian, Rosalind is feeling awful, please come save Rosalind, Rosalind wants you, ah..."
The girl had nothing on but her skin was white as fine jade, different from the natural white skin of Caucasians, with a more crystalline delicacy of an Aethel.
Mr. Adams had played with quite a few Aethel girls before, but someone as exceptionally beautiful and with such a figure as Rosalind was truly rare.
