"Do you always train newbies this hard?"
She suspected he was using the sa thods he used for training veterans on her.
Mason Nightshade could tell what she was thinking and chuckled lightly, "If I used the sa thods I use on my soldiers with you, you wouldn’t even be able to walk right now."
Train his soldiers?
Aurelia Shaw raised an eyebrow at him, "Don’t bla for not wanting to be a soldier. Won and n have different physiques, not to ntion I’m a beginner. If you use that thod on , it seems like you’re not trying to train but trying to murder your wife."
She never overestimated her capabilities; if she couldn’t do sothing, she wouldn’t stubbornly insist on doing it.
She would make the necessary efforts, but doing sothing she knew would be in vain—only a fool would do that. In this regard, she always let herself off easily, never forcing herself.
She knew she was not as physically strong as others and needed more training, but she wasn’t foolish enough to pretend otherwise all of a sudden.
"How about it? Still hanging in there? Do you want to carry you?" Mason Nightshade couldn’t bear it when he saw her nose glistening with sweat and her fair skin flush with redness.
"No problem making it back."
If she couldn’t handle it now, how would she survive the training in the days to co?
...
Back at their place.
Mason Nightshade went into the kitchen to make breakfast.
Aurelia Shaw went to the bedroom to change out of her soaked clothes.
When she ca out, she saw Mason Nightshade bringing the food to the table.
She sat down, with her long hair slightly damp from just taking a shower, casually scattered on her shoulders, her body emanating a light scent of body wash.
Mason Nightshade’s gaze deepened imperceptibly, and he said casually, "Dry your hair first."
"I did," Aurelia Shaw said, "It’s just that it won’t dry completely, it’ll dry on its own later."
Suddenly, she thought of sothing, shivered a little, and looked at Mason Nightshade warily, squinting, "I’m not actually one of your soldiers. There’s no way I’d cut my hair."
If he were to impose military standards on her and have her cut her hair short, she’d definitely fight him.
She had painstakingly grown out this hair and spent a lot of money on its upkeep.
For a star, hair is part of their image; it absolutely can’t be damaged.
Growing her hair out like this again would be really troubleso for her.
So that’s what she was worried about.
Mason Nightshade curved his lips, deliberately letting his gaze linger on her hair, and only when he saw her face darken did he say, "Rest assured, I won’t make you cut your hair."
In fact, he really liked her hair, and he liked it long the most, that alluring look when it was draped over her shoulders.
Every ti he saw it, it made him feel a little...
...
After they finished eating, they began the real training of the day, which involved physical training, early morning runs, close combat, and climbing activities.
Mason Nightshade’s training was very rigorous, and Aurelia Shaw was worried he might go easy on her, but she found she was clearly overthinking it. He was very strict and didn’t hesitate to point out her shortcomings.
Although she had learned martial arts before, having learned it led to several flaws in many aspects.
Sweat beaded on Aurelia Shaw’s forehead and nose, rolling down her cheeks into the hollow of her collarbone, her black sleeveless vest sticky against her body, outlining her beautiful figure as her chest rose and fell.
Mason Nightshade watched, his lower abdon tightened instantly, and his face went dark.
To him, this wasn’t training her—it was a test for himself!
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