Aurelia Shaw raised an eyebrow, watching the man's busy back with delight.
Mason Nightshade rummaged through the items on the table, muttering: "Look at you, claiming you're an adult? Combined, you're almost forty years old over two lives, yet you're like a child with no ability to take care of yourself."
Mason Nightshade turned and walked over, now holding a medical box.
He placed it in front of Aurelia Shaw.
He pulled up a chair, sat down, glanced at the woman whose eyebrows were raised arrogantly, and couldn't help but smirk, murmuring: "So naive."
"Isn't it you who pampered me?" Aurelia Shaw placed her foot on Mason Nightshade's leg, and he let her, holding her arm in his palm.
Her slender arm was not even a handful.
Mason Nightshade frowned, "Eat more when you go back. It's not like I deprive you of food. You're so skinny, there's no feeling when touched."
