Aurelia Shaw grabbed Mason Nightshade's hair, feeling a bit painful about the pajamas that cost several thousand, but she exerted quite a bit of force, and Mason seemed impervious to pain.
Or perhaps...
The temptation in front of him lured him far more than any pain!
This wolf in sheep's clothing.
Aurelia squinted her eyes, her hand now empty, and a few strands of hair lay in her fair palm.
How many times has she pulled out his hair now?
If this continues, will Mason become bald prematurely?
Aurelia quickly lost interest in pondering these questions.
She gritted her teeth, "What are you dawdling for?"
Mason suddenly looked up at her, his gaze deep, and lowered his head to bite her swollen, moist lips.
But still, there was no next move.
Has this wolf decided to go vegetarian?
Aurelia didn't believe it!
What on earth was he thinking tonight, making her so uncomfortable like this.
Annoyed, Aurelia considered kicking him off.
