This man's mouth is really venomous.
Aurelia Shaw wanted to kick him, but... she couldn't lift her foot. Her dizzy gaze landed on his handsome, cold face, which carried a hint of tenderness.
This person actually has such a gentle side; last night... he seemed to look at her with these eyes.
After Mason Nightshade applied the medicine for her, he found she was already asleep, hugging a pillow, her head sunk into the soft bed, strands of hair covering her small face, yet her beauty was still visible.
Mason put her down, covered her with the quilt, knowing she had the habit of turning on the air conditioning. He adjusted the temperature—
Aurelia slept for a long time, only waking up the next morning, opening her eyes. The air conditioning was on, yet she didn't feel cold. The quilt lay properly on her body and hadn't been kicked off.
Could it be that taking fever-reducing medicine can manage her habit of sleeping in an unseemly posture?
