James' inner voice: It happened! How did it not happen! Little master, your man bullied me while you were away!
Seeing Mason Nightshade's warning glance, James had to swallow his grievances.
Hmph, revenge is never too late for a gentleman. Just wait until my master returns, I will scratch your face!
"Come here." Mason patted the empty seat beside him and picked up the hairdryer ready in his hand.
Aurelia Shaw pulled the towel off her head. Her hair was very long, with a bit of natural curl, lying obediently straight and black on her back. Hugging her legs, her chin resting on her knees, her beautiful eyes comfortably drooped, like a siren just out of the sea.
Mason picked up a strand of her long hair and dried it in his palm.
She liked to touch his head, but for him, this was the moment he enjoyed the most.
Smoothing a cat's fur.
The cat's fur was very soft. No matter how proud it normally was, now it was calm and behaved, and it only acted this way with people it knew well.
