"Aurelia," Mason Nightshade's deep, mellow voice suddenly sounded in her ear when Aurelia Shaw was about to fall asleep. She gave a drowsy "hmm" without opening her eyes.
Mason rubbed the shampoo into a lather in his palm, "When did you learn fighting skills?" He recalled that night in the alley by the bar, when she took down three men single-handedly.
The Aurelia he remembered was lively, cheerful, even a bit domineering. Anyone who met her couldn't help but be impressed, not just by her looks but by her bold personality.
However, the Aurelia he saw that night was completely different from the one he remembered and interacted with before, her eyes cold like those of an executioner.
Aurelia squinted and slowly opened her eyes. She thought for a while, seemingly recalling, "It was when I met you in M Nation."
Mason's actions froze.
"I heard from others that you knew fighting skills, so I wanted to have some common topics with you, then I specifically went to learn it."
"At that time, I thought, the girls chasing after you could only dress up and wear makeup, each one so delicate, and you wouldn't even give them a glance. I had the looks, I had the figure, I didn't need to fuss over those things, I just wanted to attract your attention in a distinctive way."
"But unfortunately..."
Aurelia's eyes darkened, her usually indifferent almond eyes now showed sorrow.
Mason wiped away her tears from the corner of her eye, kissing her reddened eye corner with a dry, hoarse voice, "Sorry, at that time I was urgently called back for a mission."
"My identity was a bit sensitive in M Nation, the people around me probably didn't tell you out of concern for that."
"I couldn't find you for two years either, so I resorted to practicing fighting skills to vent. Plus, with M Nation being a bit chaotic, with too many thugs around, after learning fighting skills, I beat them to the point where they were searching for their teeth on the ground." Aurelia curled her lips triumphantly, her drunken demeanor quite arrogant.
Mason lovingly kissed the top of her head, praising, "My Aurelia is really amazing."
Aurelia proudly "hmphed," "Of course, even Viscount Zhou can't beat me now."
Hearing Viscount Zhou's name, Mason's eyes darkened, recalling the earlier scene—"In the future, don't drink with him again, do you hear?"
"Why not?" Drunk Aurelia found Mason very overbearing at this moment, "I used to go to bars with Viscount Zhou and drink, then I'd get drunk, and he'd be responsible for carrying me home..."
The more she spoke, the darker Mason's expression became.
Even his voice dropped a few degrees, "It's always been like this, huh?"
"Hmm! Yes!" Aurelia nodded vigorously like a pecking chick, "I have a poor tolerance, get drunk on a single drink, but in front of friends, I can't lose face. Luckily there's Viscount Zhou, now that I think about it, if it weren't for him back then, what would I have done."
Aurelia smiled with curved brows, yet Mason's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.