"No way!"
Mason Nightshade's deep voice abruptly shattered Aurelia Shaw's already muddled thoughts.
Completely unaware that she had jumped into a trap set by the other, Aurelia obediently nodded, "Oh."
"Good girl." Mason rewarded her with a kiss on her red lips, "Shall we go to sleep?"
"Okay." Aurelia nodded again, settled down, and closed her eyes.
Mason glanced at her, put away the contract, then turned off the light and lay down beside her.
A warm feeling washed over her. Drunken and sleepy, Aurelia instinctively reached out to embrace Mason.
She nestled her head into his arms, found a comfortable position, and fell asleep.
The woman's even breaths brushed against his chest.
Mason, satisfied, curled his lips into a smile and left a kiss on the top of her head.
——
Morning.
On the big bed, a man and a woman were cuddling.
Buzz, buzz——
The phone rang.
A delicate hand searched on the bedside, grabbed the phone, and answered, "Hello, Director Ying, going to the set this afternoon? Hmm, okay, got it."
"Alright, bye-bye."
Aurelia hung up the call and continued to sleep. However, after two seconds, she sensed something was wrong.
Aurelia suddenly opened her eyes, her gaze falling on the man's taut chest and the cold, resolute line of his jaw. She jumped up from the bed, screaming:
"Ah——"
Mason, disturbed by her scream, furrowed his brows slightly, opened his deep, sleepy eyes, glanced at her, then wrapped his long arms around her and continued to sleep, using her as a pillow.
He treated her completely like a bolster.
Aurelia was stunned for two seconds, belatedly realizing that the person sleeping with her was Mason Nightshade, not Viscount Zhou.
For some reason, she inexplicably felt relieved.
But in the next second, a flash of cold light crossed her peach blossom eyes. Aurelia opened her mouth and bit Mason's arm hard.
Mason let out a "hiss," opened his deep, sleepy eyes again, and spoke in a slightly hoarse, low voice, "What are you fussing about?"
He said, "Good girl, don't bite me, hmm?"
The tone was like coaxing a naughty, biting kitten.
Aurelia gritted her teeth, "Mason, shouldn't you explain to me the current situation?"
Why were they both not wearing clothes!
Why was he here!
Mason, too sleepy to open his eyes, recalled how she had awakened last night crying and fussing and even vomited on him. After finally coaxing her to sleep, he took a shower and then went to sleep.
Now, his energy was completely depleted.
"Get up!" Aurelia pried his arms open, grabbed his neck, forcibly pulled him off the bed, flipped over, and straddled him. Her peach blossom eyes flashed with cold light, nothing like the gentle kitten from last night, more like a dangerous leopard, threatening beneath her cold gaze, "What the hell happened last night!"
Damn it!
Why couldn't she remember anything?
Wait, some fragments were coming back.
She was drinking with Viscount Zhou, and then... both got drunk, Mason somehow showed up, and then...
The bathroom!
Why was there a scene of the bathroom!
Why did Mason help her take a bath!
"Seems like you remember?" Being held by his most vulnerable spot, Mason remained unhurried, opening his deep dark eyes, looking at her unblinkingly.
Like a kitten scratching an itch for him, an unworthy threat.