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 dread that soone 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 handso face.
A flicker of anger flashed in his eyes. He bent down and bit her waist!
...
The next day, when Aurelia woke up, her whole body was sore beyond belief, especially her waist. It felt like she had done sothing very physically demanding last night, a sensation that was like...
Aurelia abruptly sat up on the bed, looked around, but Mason Nightshade wasn't in the room. However, she was all too familiar with the scent lingering in the room.
Her peach blossom eyes tinged with annoyance, she got out of bed, her legs so weak that she nearly collapsed back onto the floor from the bed.
This bastard Mason Nightshade!
With one hand on the bed, she gingerly stood up and made her way to the bathroom.
Upon seeing herself in the mirror, covered in blue and purple love bites... Aurelia gritted her teeth, "Mason Nightshade!"
She stumbled back to the bedroom and sat on the bed, resting for quite a while.
Only then did she find a new set of clothes to change into.
Just as she put the clothes on, a warm and solid body pressed against her from behind.
She didn't need to turn around to guess who it was.
Turning around, she glared at him, but the corners of her crimson lips lifted into a teasing smile, "Care to explain why my waist is so sore? And don't tell I crawled into your bed on my own accord."
This audacious wolf actually took advantage of her while she was asleep last night.
Wait a minute... sothing seed off.
Before Aurelia could figure out what was wrong, Mason Nightshade's voice sounded in her ear, "Aurelia, don't misunderstand . Last night, it was you who crawled onto my... couch."
Aurelia's brow furrowed slightly.
Impossible!
If that were the case, why doesn't she have any... wait a minute! No recollection! She doesn't rember it at all!
Could she have been sleepwalking again?
Mason Nightshade gave her a look that confird it.
"Damn it!" cursed Aurelia, "What's Junia Simpson's number? I need to call her!"
Mason Nightshade chuckled, took the phone, and found Junia Simpson's number.
Junia Simpson arrived at the old house, seeing the soldier squatting at the doorstep, she smiled softly and reached out to pat the soldier's head.
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