"I never have a fixed bedtime," Aurelia Shaw leaned against the corridor wall, lips curved in a faint smile, eyes reflecting her amusement. She wore a long dress, exuding a lazy posture that added a touch of casual beauty to her cold elegance.
Passersby couldn't help but give her a few extra glances.
To Aurelia Shaw, who was accustomed to stares, she paid no attention to these gazes.
"Tone it down," Mason Nightshade suddenly growled lowly.
"What?" Aurelia was puzzled as to why he was suddenly unhappy again.
Mason's brows furrowed tightly, "Don't make that expression in front of others!" It's too enticing!
Doesn't she realize how attractive she is? If it weren't for fear of him, who knows how many people would want to approach her, or how many in the entertainment industry would want to exploit her.
Aurelia, although confused about Mason's sudden anger, found his frantic demeanor rather amusing.
"Are you Aurelia Shaw?"
A woman's voice suddenly sounded.
