"Now I change my stance and call it a dog, can't I?" She is actually discussing with him whether it's a wolf or a dog.
Aurelia Shaw couldn't help but mock herself inwardly.
"You can." Mason Nightshade indulged her, "Didn't I say I would be your loyal dog? Whether the loyal dog is a wolf or a dog, you decide."
"Go take a shower." Aurelia Shaw kicked Mason Nightshade away.
Mason Nightshade picked up his dirty clothes and went to the downstairs bathroom to take a shower.
Twenty minutes later, Mason Nightshade returned refreshed, his short black hair slightly damp, water droplets rolling down his handsome face, dressed in black silk pajamas embroidered with vintage patterns in yellow thread.
He got into bed, hugged Aurelia Shaw, and kissed her cheek.
Aurelia Shaw turned around.
No longer smelling the scent of blood, instead, the fragrance of the shower gel was quite pleasant.
"Did you go on a mission?"
She had never asked about these things before.
