Mason Nightshade let out a soft sigh, extinguishing the sound as he gazed at the bulge on the bed in the dark, his eyes full of tenderness and a slight curve at the corner of his lips.
...
In a drowsy sleep, Mason Nightshade suddenly felt a weight pressing down on him.
He was always very alert, even in his dreams, he would wake up the moment someone approached him.
Strangely, this person's presence did not raise his guard at all.
This thought set off alarm bells in his heart, his eyes abruptly opened, sharp as a sword, but when he saw the figure sitting on him in the darkness, the murderous intent in his eyes instantly faded away, leaving only doting softness, and a hint of puzzlement.
"Aurelia? Why aren't you sleeping..." Mason Nightshade abruptly stopped his words, only then realizing how... ambiguous their position was!
