She rembered that during the ti she was hospitalized, he was incredibly busy every day, with piles of docunts stacked on the desk waiting to be processed.
"Busy," Mason Nightshade said with a tender tone, "but no matter how busy I am, I'll always make ti for you."
All his ti was hers; whenever she wanted, he always had ti, and this life belonged to her.
Mason Nightshade didn't say the last part out loud.
Mason Nightshade's eyes slightly drooped as he saw two red blushes on Aurelia Shaw's cheeks, unsure whether it was from the cold or embarrassnt; his gaze darkened slightly, and his Adam's apple subtly moved, but ultimately he did not go in for the kiss.
Stepping back.
He raised his hand to undress.
Aurelia Shaw was taken aback, hearing Mason Nightshade teasingly chuckle, "Help change the dressing."
He took off his shirt, revealing his back covered in blue and purple bruises; across his developed muscles were small scars that, though tiny, were plentiful and visible everywhere.
Aurelia Shaw felt moved in her heart.
Her slightly cool fingertips touched his wounds, sliding over each small scar, and she suddenly realized he had endured many injuries for her.
On his arm, a knife wound left when he shielded her from Dovina's thrust.
On his shoulder, when she was kidnapped, he rushed to find her, caught by the kidnapper's ambush, leaving a gunshot wound.
And then this earthquake; she was unhard, yet he ended up with injuries inside and out.
As the woman's hand touched his back, Mason Nightshade flinched, but quickly settled down, unmoving, allowing her hand to roam over his back, whimsically igniting him.
It seed this little girl was still unaware of how much she attracted him.
After applying the dicine on him, Aurelia Shaw took out a new set of clothes from his suitcase; he actually rembered to bring a suitcase, clearly planning to settle here for a while.
Mason Nightshade did not take the clothes from her hand; instead, he looked at her.
"What's wrong?" Aurelia Shaw asked.
Was she holding the wrong clothes? Impossible, he had worn this outfit before, hadn't he?
"Help get dressed," Mason Nightshade suddenly said.
Aurelia Shaw was taken aback.
Mason Nightshade gestured to his body, logically stating, "Getting dressed requires raising both arms and making many large movents; I'm injured, doing so will worsen my injuries."
"Who dressed you when you ca here?"
"Myself," Mason Nightshade said in a calm voice.
Aurelia Shaw raised an eyebrow, looking at him.
Mason Nightshade slightly lifted his chin, "I had no choice then."
Gustavo Yates? Grayson Quinn? Junia Simpson? Ha, they shouldn't think about touching his clothes.
"Now you have a choice?" Aurelia Shaw asked him.
Mason Nightshade looked at her with a smile, "I have you."
Aurelia Shaw recalled Junia Simpson asking her to take care of Mason Nightshade, sighed, he'd gotten injured for her, so she would relent for now.
She opened the shirt collar and slipped it over his neck; seeing he was still motionless, she grabbed his wrists and slipped his arms into the sleeves.
Aurelia Shaw tossed the pants onto Mason Nightshade, "Put these on yourself."
After finishing that sentence, Aurelia Shaw turned away, tidied up the al box on the table, and took it out.
Upon returning, Mason Nightshade had already changed his pants.
Aurelia Shaw walked over to make the bed, "Are you planning to sleep here with ?"
"Not enough tents."
Definitely not! She saw several tents stacked up outside when she went out earlier, unused, and Gustavo Yates was tidying up leftover al boxes nearby.
It seed these al boxes were brought by Mason Nightshade.
"Ah!" Mason Nightshade groaned painfully.
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