Even though her voice was weak, it still carried a seductive allure.
Bit by bit, it wrapped around Aiden Shaw's heart.
His dark brown pupils contained a deep layer: "My clothes."
Four simple words, cold yet dignified.
Tiana Thorne suddenly understood: "Oh..."
Her eyes were as brilliant as the starry sky: "I thought you missed me, Aiden."
Intentionally dragging out the last syllable, she looked charmingly mischievous.
Aiden Shaw approached her slightly, not answering her question, his deep voice carrying a hint of aloofness: "My clothes?"
Honestly, she sensed a hint of eternal loneliness.
She frowned, displeased.
Apparently, Fourth Master Shaw really just wanted his clothes back.
Tiana Thorne licked her lips, stood up from the sofa directly, facing him, with only a short distance between them, her smile light, her gaze alluring: "If Fourth Master Shaw wants his clothes, he can have them, but you'll have to promise me one thing."
