Chapter 1279: A Cold Shower Works Better
Mason Nightshade’s sharp gaze suddenly deepened, dark and dangerous. Behind his fingers was Aurelia Shaw’s face flushed red by the heat. Her chin slightly tilted up as she licked her lips out of thirst, her small red tongue licking twice, making her lips exceptionally rosy.
Her eyes were like peach blossoms, misty and alluring.
As if waiting for him to pluck.
Mason’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his eyes darkening further, becoming increasingly deep and dangerous.
"Mason..." Before Aurelia could finish speaking, a large hand clasped the back of her head. Mason’s hand held her in place, allowing no retreat as his other hand encircled her waist, pulling her closer against him.
This untrustworthy wolf!
Yet Mason’s rationality was intact, aware he could not continue. Not like this.
He regretted his injury again.
What a damn hassle!
He couldn’t even touch his own woman and had to restrain himself!
"Sigh." Aurelia was at a loss. This wolf would always, after upsetting her, lower his stance and gently comfort her, so that even with flames in her heart, she couldn’t bear to release them on him.
"Wait for me." Mason’s voice was unusually hoarse. He paused and added, "Wait for me to recover, then I’ll give you—I’ll give you days and nights without hesitation."
"Even when you recover, don’t think you’ll get to touch me." Aurelia bit Mason’s lip, biting it briefly before pulling away.
The teased Mason glared angrily at her as she walked away. He grabbed the opened showerhead, and the warm water poured over him, unable to wash away the fire within, yet his body and mind felt extraordinarily comfortable.
Mason let out a long breath, half-narrowing his eyes as he assessed his woman—she was wearing his white shirt, which just barely covered her thighs. The steam, combined with their earlier commotion, had drenched the shirt, making her beauty irresistible.
"Using cold water to wash is more effective for me," Mason said, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Washing like this, when will you ever get clean?"
The implication was...
Aurelia pinched his chin, smiling, "We’ll talk when you can stand up."
Mason dangerously narrowed his eyes, "You think I can’t stand up now?" This girl was really testing his limits, wasn’t she?
Aurelia’s eyes curved into a mischievous arc, "If you dare stand up now, you’ll be banned from my bed forever. You haven’t even settled the lie you told me. You promised, regardless of whether the other is injured or not, you won’t hide it. This is your promise? Hmm?"
"Ahem!" Mason turned his face away, a rare hint of guilt crossing his usually calm demeanor.
A towel was thrown over Mason’s head, and Aurelia dried him off completely before pushing him back to the bedroom.