"Ha!" A mocking cold laugh suddenly spills from the woman's red lips. Aurelia looks at Mason Nightshade, her eyes cold and full of sarcasm. "If I say no, would you really not touch me?"
Mason Nightshade calmly looks at Aurelia, his eyes dark and deep, unreadable. His breath is urgent and disordered, yet he seriously responds to her, "If you don't like it, I won't touch you. I'll wait until you agree, and then I'll touch you."
Aurelia frowns, skeptically scrutinizing Mason Nightshade, assessing how credible his words are. After a while, she speaks coldly, "I don't want to."
Mason Nightshade gives her a fixed look. Aurelia also looks at him, her fingers clenching, her peripheral vision catching the knife thrown to the side. Damn it! Bare-handed, she wonders if she can beat him. This man has the body of a soldier as hard as iron, completely unlike a normal human!
Ultimately, Aurelia still doesn't trust him.
"Alright."
