Mason Nightshade bit his teeth in frustration.
I don't even know who's chasing who. I've already taken the initiative to get into the bathtub, and this girl doesn't seem interested.
Does she really need me delivered right to her lips?
"Aurelia, I'm thirsty!" Mason called out.
Two minutes later, Aurelia Shaw came in with a glass of water.
Mason glanced at her and moved his beautifully toned arm.
Suddenly, a soft, boneless hand pressed down on his shoulder.
Mason's mouth curled up, thinking she finally couldn't hold back.
Just as he was about to take control, the woman's voice rang out lightly, with a commanding tone: "You're injured, don't move around, is your back itchy?"
It wasn't his back that itched; it was somewhere else!
"Here?" Aurelia scratched Mason's back a couple of times.
Mason nodded, though inside he was gritting his teeth in anger, the pent-up frustration swirling inside him made him feel terrible.
...
An hour later, Mason finally came out of the bathroom.
