Aurelia was utterly unmotivated...
Mason Nightshade spoke for ages, only to find that the other person had already fallen asleep, completely unfazed and carefree.
He could only smile helplessly in the end.
The way he looked at her was more indulgent than ever before.
"I really can't deal with you. I must owe you from a past life, so I'll repay you in this one."
He got off the bed, went to the bathroom, and fetched a towel to carefully wipe away the marks on her body.
Half-awake and half-asleep, Aurelia dreamed that someone was treating her like a pancake, flipping her back and forth. Annoyed, she slapped out, and that person finally stopped, no longer treating her like a pancake. Her furrowed brow finally eased a bit.
Mason Nightshade's face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot, with a woman's handprint on the left side of his handsome face.
A flicker of anger flashed in his eyes. He bent down and bit her waist!
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