They had been setting up here for two days.
He was very familiar with it.
Soon, he found a deserted corner.
Surrounded by dense clusters of bamboo leaves.
He hurriedly took off his pants.
From his jacket pocket, he pulled out the photo he always carried with him.
It was a little worn.
It was of a young woman, with red lips and white teeth, incredibly beautiful, making anyone who looked at it feel a rush of joy.
Especially for a bachelor like Edbert Walker, looking at it too much could lead to all sorts of misdeeds...
This was a habit he developed in his youth; whenever he needed to release, he had to stare at the photo, and in particularly intense moments, even kiss it...
The woman in the photo was none other than the Isabella Lindsey he longed for...
...
"Ah..."
With a deep, heavy breath.
He found release.
His mind was much calmer, like a blazing fire being doused with a bucket of water, feeling utterly comfortable.
