Several men were discussing Sienna Johnson, one of them even spoke quite lewdly, and Adrian Desmond's gaze at those men was full of killing intent.
Tired of living, his woman, and they dare to talk like that.
"That little dame is really beautiful, look at her hips all plump, she's definitely built for stamina..."
"You don't get it. That kind of woman, beautiful as she is, is just a fragile little chick, can't handle it."
"Why?"
"Look at her waist, it's too small, seems like you could squeeze water out of it when she walks. Such women, on the bed, you can't exert any effort..."
"Why?" the young man asked.
"If you do, you'll break her waist. Haha..."
The young man suddenly realized, nodding repeatedly.
When men gather together, they like to talk about women, discuss some colorful topics, the greater the pressure, the more they like to talk.
If it were someone else's woman, Adrian would just let it pass, but when they're talking about his own woman, that's different.
