Northtown, which had just entered autumn not long ago, was still somewhat warm.
Summer Sutton was wearing a thin summer dress.
Adrian Walyon's hand reached over, exploring her body, akin to directly touching her skin.
Even the warmth in the palm of his hand, she could clearly feel.
Summer Sutton had drunk alcohol, but she was only hazy-minded, not completely intoxicated.
Instinctively stepping back a few paces, she wanted to dodge away.
Adrian Walyon raised his eyes, casting a chilly glance at her.
His gaze was incredibly sharp, as if warning her that if she dared to retreat, he'd immediately cut her down.
Threatened by him, Summer Sutton truly felt a bit scared and obediently stood still.
Adrian Walyon hooked an arm around her waist, pulling her into his embrace, continuing to search her body.
Actually, the dress Summer Sutton wore didn't have pockets.
Not many girls would put keys in their clothes pockets during summer, making them bulge.
