Aurelia Shaw was montarily stunned, her eyes regaining clarity, "I want to use the bathroom."
Aurelia Shaw sat up, just about to get out of bed, when she was suddenly lifted into the air, pressed against a firm chest radiating the man's warmth. A deep, llow voice sounded in her ear:
"I'll carry you over."
Mason Nightshade pushed open the bathroom door, set her down, and supported her waist with his hand.
Even though there was nothing inappropriate, Aurelia Shaw felt a scorching heat at her waist, the warmth from Mason Nightshade's palm, yet his face showed no signs of it.
Aurelia Shaw raised an eyebrow.
Mason Nightshade frowned at her, "Didn't you say you wanted to use the bathroom?"
Aurelia Shaw raised her eyebrows even higher, "Are you planning to watch?"
Mason Nightshade was taken aback, looked at her, then at the toilet, and suddenly blushed at a thought.
He turned his face away, even the tips of his ears were red.
In a hoarse voice he said, "I'll wait for you outside."
After a pause, he walked to the door and added, "Call when you're done."
After saying this, he opened the door and left.
Aurelia Shaw looked at that door, her urge to go suddenly vanished.
Damn it! Just the thought of soone standing behind that door, who could go!
Aurelia Shaw's brow throbbed slightly.
...
Three minutes later.
Knock knock!
Mason Nightshade knocked on the door, "Are you done?"
Aurelia Shaw: "...No."
"Why is it taking so long…" Mason Nightshade thought of sothing and asked her through the door, "Could it be you're on your period… oh no, your cycle isn't at this ti." The latter sentence was Mason Nightshade talking to himself.
Aurelia Shaw felt a pain at her temple.
Is this door's soundproofing really that bad?!
Five minutes later, Aurelia Shaw pushed open the bathroom door, and Mason Nightshade was standing outside watching her. Seeing her co out, he frowned slightly, his gaze falling on her waist, "Why didn't you call ?"
"Because there was no need to." Aurelia Shaw pushed past him and walked away.
However, after only a couple of steps, footsteps sounded behind her, a strong arm swept through her knees and underarms, carefully lifting her up, and moving back towards the bed. As he walked, Mason Nightshade said, "If you really don't want to stay in the sa room with , then hurry up and recover from your injury."
Aurelia Shaw raised her hand, but lowered it again.
Mason Nightshade placed her back on the bed.
But he didn't leave imdiately.
He looked at her intently for a while, then suddenly pushed up her shirt, revealing her slender and flat waist.
Aurelia Shaw's pupils constricted sharply, "Mason Nightshade!"
A hand pressed her shoulder down, and with just the strength of one hand, she couldn't get up, his thumb pressing sowhere on her shoulder, her entire strength drained away.
"Don't move." Mason Nightshade said in a low voice, his voice deep and pleasant, his cool fingertips sliding over her waist, exhaling, "Fortunately, the wound hasn't opened."
He let her shirt down, gazed at her intently, his eyes gradually becoming heated… the distance between them very close.
Aurelia Shaw's eyes narrowed slightly, an implicit warning.
Mason Nightshade's eyes remained fervent, but he suddenly stood up, leaving her side, pulling the quilt over her, his voice turning hoarse, "Sleep, if you can't sleep, watch so TV, don't play gas, if the wound reopens, stay here and keep company."
Aurelia Shaw: "..."
How did he cultivate such shalessness?
Mason Nightshade sat back on the sofa, the computer on his lap continuing with work, but he couldn't read a word, his mind full of just two words: Aurelia Shaw… There wasn't a hint of sternness on his handso face, just the grievance of a puppy left alone.
Awoo~~ Having a wife you can't touch, so sad.
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