"Running so far, how am I supposed to wash you?"
Mason Nightshade squeezed shampoo into his palm, then poured body wash.
Aurelia Shaw's cold and elegant face blushed crimson, glaring angrily at Mason Nightshade, "I think you just want to take advantage of me!"
Mason Nightshade chuckled lowly, bit her ear, and whispered against her earlobe, "You're right, my dear wife.
My dear wife understands me best.
My dear wife, I haven't had dinner yet, coming to your place, aren't you supposed to entertain me?"
Aurelia Shaw was completely defeated by Mason Nightshade's shamelessness.
The two tangled for an hour.
Mason Nightshade carried Aurelia Shaw back to bed.
Aurelia Shaw was too tired to move, lifting her weary eyelids, she saw several used condoms in the trash can, and felt at ease.
Mason Nightshade had been too unusual these times, demanding too frequently, forcing her to overthink.
But it seems she overthought.
