Aurelia Shaw's head tilted on Mason Nightshade's shoulder, her beautiful eyes half drooping. Her eyelashes fluttered a bit but didn't open. She closed them again.
Oh well, someone was taking care of her anyway.
After brushing her teeth, Mason Nightshade then attended to washing her face.
He put her back on the bed and stared at her for a long time. Mason decided not to wake her up. He found a set of clothes in the wardrobe, held her ankle, dressed her in a top, knowing what she was thinking. He smirked playfully and said, "If you want it like this, I'm more than happy to oblige."
Pa!
Another kick landed on Mason Nightshade's face.
Mason once again gripped her slender and beautiful ankle, lowered his gaze and stared at it for a long time. He kissed the top of her foot. His voice was somewhat hoarse, "Get dressed quickly, or I can't guarantee you'll be able to get out of bed today."
