After all this, Mason Nightshade’s breathing became a little disordered.

He was panting heavily, his deep gaze fixed tightly on Aurelia Shaw,

"Mason!" Aurelia slapped Mason’s hand, frowned, and said, "This is the film set."

This wolf doesn’t actually plan to do it here, does he?

"Aurelia, you’re tempting me." Mason leaned against Aurelia’s shoulder.

His hot breath sprayed on her face.

"How am I tempting you?"

This wolf was clearly slandering her.

Mason’s tone was aggrieved, "You know very well I’m helpless against you, and yet you tease me. If this isn’t temptation, what is?"

"Mason, I just bought you a pair of shorts," Aurelia was both amused and helpless.

"Mm, they fit quite well for something random, so from now on, you can handle buying all my stuff of this sort."

Aurelia was afraid that if she didn’t stop this immediately, something uncontrollable might happen, so she rubbed her brow and said, "Mason..."

Before Aurelia could finish her sentence, her expression changed.

Because Mason was actually pulling her hand ...

"Mason!" At that moment, Aurelia couldn’t tell if she was embarrassed or angry.

Mason was breathing heavily, but his tone remained calm. If it weren’t for the fierce redness of his ear tips under his tousled hair, Aurelia would have truly doubted whether this man was as composed as he appeared.

"Aurelia, help me, won’t you?" Mason’s tone softened, carrying a hint of a plea that was hard to refuse.

Aurelia’s heart softened a bit.

Seeing her waver, Mason nudged his head against her neck, pleading softly, "Sweetheart... darling... Aurelia..."

"We’ll talk about this at home!" This is the film set!