Aurelia looked at Mason Nightshade for a while and, as expected, sighed in resignation, then went over to lift her hand towards the buttons on Mason's collar.
Mason raised an eyebrow high, his lips curling into a smug smile—he hadn't been this happy even when the company made tens of millions.
"Aurelia, let's get back together," Mason couldn't help but say.
Aurelia reminded him flatly, "I'm the one pursuing you."
Mason: "..."
Which part of you looks like you're pursuing me right now?
"I've accepted your pursuit, so let's get back together."
Aurelia threw the shirt aside and without even looking up, said, "Go take a shower."
Mason's brows knitted; she was deliberately avoiding the topic. He glanced down at his pants and said, "There's still the pants."
"Take them off yourself," Aurelia replied coolly; this wolf really thought of her as an ever-complaining maid.
Mason fell silent.
