When did Viscount Zhou's alcohol tolerance become so poor? A bottle of red wine split between two people, and he actually got drunk.
Viscount Zhou really thought red wine was weak, but he didn't know that the bottle he secretly took from his dad had all its strength kicking in later.
Aurelia secretly bit her lip, belatedly realizing how intimate their current position was. Her fair face unconsciously turned red as she tried to turn over and get off Mason Nightshade.
But Mason Nightshade was quicker, locking her waist and flipping over to press her beneath him.
With a playful smile on his lips, his sleepy eyes now wide awake, he whispered, "Honey, don't you know it's dangerous to tease a man early in the morning?"
Aurelia didn't understand at first, but quickly caught on. Her pretty face turned red as she glared at Mason Nightshade with a hint of annoyance, "Mason Nightshade, don't you feel ashamed saying things like that?"
"What's there to be ashamed of with your own wife?" Mason Nightshade chuckled softly, sounding quite innocent. "Besides, you started it first."
This man was completely unreasonable.
Why was she still naively competing with him over who was more shameless?
Aurelia was momentarily lost in thought, when suddenly the man's figure enlarged in her pupils, and a strong masculine scent flooded her nostrils.
Before she could react, her lips were captured.
Aurelia struggled to push him away, but the man's large hands clamped down on her restless wrists, pressing them onto the pillow, strong, powerful, leaving her no room to escape.
Aurelia's breath became tight, her cheeks flushed red, her moist eyes misty, looking pitiful and charming.
Her wrists were marked with a circle of red.
Mason Nightshade didn't use much force; it was just that Aurelia's skin was so fair that any little mark was visible.
"Mason Nightshade!"
Finally catching her breath, Aurelia took several deep breaths, glaring at Mason Nightshade with misty eyes, but with no threat.
To Mason Nightshade, it looked like an invitation for a second round.
"You bastard!" Aurelia cursed.
Mason Nightshade's expression didn't change. Seeing her red wrists, a hint of heartache flashed in his eyes, and he leaned in to kiss them.
The wrists felt ticklish.
Aurelia's eyes widened, "Mason Nightshade, you're a pervert!"
Kissing her there.
"Does it hurt?" Mason Nightshade seemed not to hear her, kissing again a couple of times.
Seeing her hand trying to escape, he held it firmly, not allowing any more movement.
Only when the tear marks on her wrist faded did he relax.
Click—
The door outside was twisted a couple of times.
Both looked over, Aurelia's heart pounding like a drum, unconsciously gripping Mason Nightshade's hand.
Mason Nightshade's gaze shifted, something like a feather brushing past his heart, tickling it, not daring to move, allowing her to grip his hand tighter.
The door was twisted a few more times, accompanied by knocking, and a man's voice came through: "Aurelia? Are you awake?"
Viscount Zhou rubbed his aching temples, barely able to stand. He didn't know why he woke up lying on his couch, while her housemaid lay on another couch.
If it weren't for their properly worn clothes, he would have suspected that he had gotten drunk and done something to her housemaid.
Ursa Miller stood shivering on the side, feeling helpless. Last night, she had planned to leave Master Zhou at the door and just leave, but Master Zhou insisted on holding her back, not letting her go, forcibly shoving the key into her hand, making her open the door across and help him in.
After helping him in, he dragged her into the bathroom, hugging the toilet and vomiting for a long time.