This sound...
A little off.
Aurelia Shaw frowned, a flash of thought crossed her mind... No way?
"No thanks," Aurelia said. She could smell the smoke on Mason Nightshade's suit, but there was no alcohol or smoke taste in his mouth.
He was probably out socializing tonight, but not drinking or smoking? Even though Mason's status isn't low, it's hard to believe he didn't indulge in such occasions, right?
Aurelia didn't think deeply about it, instinctively avoiding the issue and closing her eyes to sleep.
Mason picked up some clean clothes and went to the bathroom to shower. Ten minutes later, he came out, his hair wet, dressed in comfortable gray casual wear, holding a towel in his slender fingers, casually rubbing his hair.
He lifted his eyes, his gaze uncontrollably falling on Aurelia, a slight frown on his brow, he sighed helplessly in his heart.
Kicking the quilt again.
