Mason Nightshade saw Aurelia sprawled on the bed, looking sleepy. Her eyelids drooped, and her damp hair hung on one side, showing no intention of dealing with it.
He walked over, picking up a strand of her hair with his fingers, "Dry your hair first."
"You dry it for me," Aurelia said without even lifting her eyelids.
Mason Nightshade stood up, got a hairdryer, placed a chair in front of her, and sat down. His eyes flashed indulgently as he brushed her hair and dried it in his palm.
"You said you had questions to ask me," Mason Nightshade glanced at Aurelia.
Under the heat of the hairdryer, Aurelia was almost asleep. She liked being pampered, and she had to admit, Mason Nightshade was very good at it.
She lifted her eyelids slightly, took her phone to browse Weibo to fend off sleepiness, and asked Mason Nightshade, "What grudge is there between you and my dad?"
Mason Nightshade's fingers stiffened.
