Mason Nightshade didn't understand.
Aurelia Shaw sighed inwardly, her voice softening: "Mason, it hurts..."
A weak and pitiful voice...
Mason hesitated for a moment, obediently letting go of her hand, then quickly wrapped his long arm around her waist again, not letting her escape.
Aurelia couldn't help but want to laugh, why did she feel like she was bullying him?
She wrapped her arms around his back, Mason stiffened for an instant, his eyes flickering slightly as he glanced at Aurelia, then lowered his head and fiercely and passionately bit down on those red lips.
Aurelia frowned, as expected, she didn't dare to indulge him... but after a moment, her heart softened, never mind, just this once.
After all, he looked so pitiful.
...
The fact proved that a man's pitifulness was always an act, and one should never ignore the nature of a long-starving wolf, or the price would be not being able to get out of bed the next day.
