She's always had a tacit understanding with Viscount Zhou since they were young; they don't need to speak to know what's in each other's hearts. But Mason Nightshade must have misunderstood.
"She didn't hit me."
Seeing Mason Nightshade stunned, Aurelia Shaw dipped her fingers in the "bloodstain" by her lips and put them into Mason's mouth, smiling with her eyebrow arching, "Sweet or not? Tomato juice."
Mason was taken aback, suddenly blushing, his face turning red to the tips of his ears, his ears twitching as he gripped her hand tightly, nearly squeezing her bones.
The tip of his tongue seemed to still carry the tender touch of her fingers.
"On the arm."
This time, Aurelia immediately understood what Mason was referring to and said without hesitation, "It's also tomato juice, do you want to taste it again?"
Mason glared at her and strode forward, angrily tossing back two words, "No tasting!"
Aurelia happily curved her lips.
