"What are you looking for?" Mason asked suspiciously.
"Looking for something to swat you to death with."
This little troublemaker, definitely needs to be dealt with. The man stood up with a gloomy face, walked over to the boy whose eyes were red with anger, yanked her collar down, revealing a patch of snow-white skin.
"What are you doing!?" Bella Green was so scared by his actions that her soul almost flew away.
Damn, didn’t he see enough just now, and now he wants to undress her? Why didn’t she realize before that he was into both men and women?
"Strip you naked and take you out for a walk." The man said coldly.
"Pervert! Pervert! Pervert!! Let go of me!!" Bella Green was terrified, hitting his hand forcefully.
The strength wasn’t small, and Mason’s hand was beaten red.
Mason seemed to feel no pain, looking at her expressionlessly: "Scared?"
Bella Green: Scared my ass!!
The cowardly voice made Mason snort coldly and release her collar.
Bella Green quickly tidied her collar, buttoning it up to the top.
"Aren’t you afraid of suffocating?"
"I have a cold constitution." Bella Green replied testily.
"Suit yourself. Also, don’t damage my clothes." With that, the man left the guest room.
Bella Green was dumbfounded by his earlier words, hurriedly looking down at the dark blue pajamas she wore.
Long pants and long sleeves; she hadn’t noticed at first and rolled them up several times.
So... these pajamas are Mason’s!!??
Upon closer inspection of the style, indeed, they matched what the man wore.
The silky, smooth material clung to her skin, giving Bella Green goosebumps. She quickly turned to lock the door, then swiftly stripped off the pajamas carrying Mason’s scent.
Naked, she rolled into the quilt.
Her body was wrapped tightly in the silk quilt, leaving only a small head exposed, looking at the clothes on the floor with tearful eyes.
In the corridor, around the corner, two figures were sneakily peeking.
"Madam, isn’t this inappropriate?" Uncle Wu looked troubled, at his age being dragged into this kind of thing...
"Oh, you know how that child Mason is. I need to keep an eye on him, what if he bullies Little Bella?" The old lady said earnestly.
"...Are you sure you’re not just here for the spectacle?"
"Old Wu, did you hear that? Just now, the noise was so loud." The old lady’s eyes were narrowed with laughter.
"...Who is this lecherous old lady? Definitely not our madam!!"
In the presidential suite on the top floor of the Brocade City Grand Hotel.
The huge floor-to-ceiling windows captured half of Brocade City’s night scenery, offering an exceptionally magnificent view.
A man in a silver suit stood in front of the window, one hand in his pocket, the lowered frame of his glasses perfectly obscuring his eyes, making them unreadable.
On the nearby bed lay a drunken woman, her red lips opening and closing, voice coquettish.
"Vivian, I feel so uncomfortable."
Anna Green’s voice was unbelievably soft, her clothes sliding up as her body twisted, revealing white skin.
The dress that reached her upper thighs barely concealed the most private place, tantalizingly suggestive, more enticing than if it were fully revealed.