Chapter 167: Rosalie Watson Takes the Lead!

Oliver Morris was in the bedroom. Rosalie Watson stood outside the door. As usual, Rosalie wore a snow‑white bathrobe. She was tall, with a lush, sculpted figure, fresh and radiant like a lotus rising from clear water. Her hair was still a little damp, draped over her bare shoulders, giving her an irresistibly seductive glow. Oliver's thoughts quickly drifted, and tonight he felt irresistibly drawn to her. Any Fire Attribute Object could take a back seat. No cultivation mattered compared to his...