Aurelia Shaw caught her breath, unable to hold back and asked, "What are you doing?"
Mason Nightshade glanced at Aurelia Shaw and said calmly, "Checking if you're hurt anywhere." Sometimes she wouldn't tell him when she was injured. Only by stripping her down and examining her carefully from inside out could he finally relax.
His slender fingers slid the strap off her shoulder, the skin beneath his fingertips smooth and fair like translucent porcelain, exuding a subtle and pleasant fragrance. Mason Nightshade's eyes darkened, his Adam's apple moved, and he suddenly felt parched, his lower abdomen burning with heat, unable to help himself from taking a bite.
Aurelia Shaw raised an eyebrow, "Is this what you call a check? Major General Nightshade's way of checking is truly unique."
