Adrian Quincy had found this female lifeguard from god-knows-where. She stood at attention the whole time, as motionless as a wooden statue.
Wearing a conservative swimsuit, Claire Sinclair soaked alone in the enormous hot spring, so bored she was about to fall asleep.
When she couldn't stand it any longer, she had someone bring her phone, propped it on the edge of the spring, and sent a video call request straight to The Great Demon King Quincy.
The call went through instantly.
Claire immediately started to complain. "See this? I'm all alone. It's so boring."
Adrian Quincy gazed at her, shrouded in steam with only her head and shoulders visible, and was immensely pleased. "You're taking a bath. Who else did you expect to be with you?"
"I'm soaking in a hot spring, not taking a bath!!!" 'This guy is unbelievable,' Claire thought.
The corners of Adrian Quincy's lips tilted upward. "Same difference, in my opinion."
"I'm just now realizing it—you're completely clueless!"
