"Are you going to shower or not?" Aurelia Shaw couldn't be bothered to argue with him, "If you don't, don't expect to sleep in the bed tonight."
Mason Nightshade suddenly lunged and pulled Aurelia Shaw onto the sofa, leaning over her, his dark eyes filled with obsession and passion, reflecting her delicate and beautiful face.
"Sit still." Mason Nightshade suddenly stepped back, took a hairdryer from the cabinet, and plugged it in.
The gentle wind blew over, warming her scalp.
Aurelia Shaw squinted her eyes, enjoying it very much.
After drying her hair, Mason Nightshade carried her back to the bed, "Do you need the computer?"
"Yes." Aurelia Shaw nodded.
On the table rested their two computers, Mason Nightshade took his own laptop over.
Aurelia Shaw looked at the golden laptop in her hand, raised an eyebrow, and gave him an inquisitive look.
"Use mine." Mason Nightshade said succinctly.
