Mason Nightshade handed over the medical kit and dragged a chair over, sitting down by the bed.
Aurelia Shaw opened the medical kit, found what she needed inside, and turned her head to see Mason wearing nothing but a pair of bullet-patterned boxer shorts, sitting there boldly, muscles tense and lines sexy and perfect.
This man truly has no shame.
Aurelia averted her gaze, tossed a pajama over, and continued fiddling with the contents of the medical kit, coldly saying, "Put on some clothes."
Having been hit by her toss before, Mason wasn't going to fall for it this time. He tilted his head to dodge the flying pajamas, which landed stably on his lap. He grabbed it and threw it back, only uttering two bold words: "Not wearing!"
The pajamas landed right on Aurelia's head, three black lines dropped from the back of her head as she gritted her teeth in anger, grabbed the pajamas off, and glared at Mason, "If you're not going to wear it, then just leave your arm as it is!"
