Aurelia hurriedly turned around.
Suddenly, her vision blacked out as a strong arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her into an embrace, and they both fell—
The two of them tumbled into the freshly made bed.
Mason Nightshade stretched his long arm and wrapped the quilt tightly around them, inseparable.
"Mason Nightshade, you..." At this moment, Aurelia realized he was deceiving her.
But she couldn't help but ask, "Your injury, is it okay?"
At this moment, Mason could no longer restrain himself.
He lowered his eyes towards her, his gaze dark and intense enough to draw her in. He leaned over, forcefully kissing her vibrant red lips, deeply entwining them.
Aurelia's breath became slightly unsteady from the kiss, panting urgently. Her hand rested on Mason's chest, wanting to push him away, but remembering his injury, she eased her grip, holding tightly onto his clothes instead.
"Mason..."
Just as Aurelia got a moment's gap, her lips were seized again.
