He let out a "hmm" from his throat, the tone neither high nor low, carrying a unique masculine magnetism and allure.

This "hmm" seemed to understand, yet also seemed to see through her thoughts.

Aurelia Shaw quickly lowered her gaze, glancing towards the glass window outside, watching the night scene, thus preventing her nearly exposed inner guilt from being revealed in front of him.

Why put on such a profound and unfathomable demeanor.

Bang—!

The sky suddenly exploded into vibrant colors, one after another, the brilliant lights instantly illuminating the room brightly.

Aurelia Shaw's face was mirrored in the glow, her profile beautifully mysterious, she surprisedly parted her lips slightly, paused in astonishment, thought of something, and turned to look at Mason Nightshade.

Mason Nightshade was also watching the fireworks, displaying the same expression of surprise.

Could it not have been his arrangement?

Mason Nightshade noticed her gaze and suddenly turned his head—his eyes meeting hers.

Aurelia Shaw froze, clearly having done nothing, yet a sense of embarrassment as if being caught overwhelmed her, as if he had seen through her thoughts.

"What are you thinking?" Mason Nightshade asked in a low voice, his clear and mellow voice deep and pleasant with a magnetic touch; how could someone's voice be so captivating?

"Nothing?" Aurelia Shaw casually turned her gaze away, concealing her inner guilt, "I just didn't expect there to be fireworks here."

For so many years, how hadn't she noticed before?

Luckily she hadn't asked Mason Nightshade a moment ago, or she'd have embarrassed herself greatly.

Mason Nightshade mischievously smiled, seemingly understanding her thoughts, saying: "If you like it, next time I'll prepare a show just for you."

"No need." Aurelia Shaw propped her chin, lazily lifting her eyelids, a hint of embarrassment quickly flashed across her peach blossom eyes, unnoticed unless observed closely, "I don't like fireworks."

"Oh, really?" Mason Nightshade said softly, the corners of his lips arching with delight, "But earlier, I seemed to see someone whose eyes lit up instantly upon seeing the fireworks."

"Do you really not like them?"

This girl loves fireworks very much; every New Year, he treats her coldly yet she insists on dragging him to set off fireworks together.

She happily sets them off in the courtyard while he stands by watching.

Using a gentle gaze she has never noticed, watching her.

Making a mess of the courtyard, only to stick out her tongue the next day, helping the servants clean it up.

Sigh, she's such a troublemaker.

Aurelia Shaw didn't know what Mason Nightshade was thinking, yet he was lost in his gaze at her; never had she seen him so easily distracted in front of anyone else.

"I don't like them." she said, her chin slightly raised, her proud gaze seemed to say: I just won't admit it, what can you do?

Hmm... she's really becoming more and more like a cat.

Really want to hug her tight and give her a good rub.

Mason Nightshade restrained this thought, his gaze somewhat darkened, his thin lips curving into a meaningful arc, saying: "Hmm, I know, just like tastes change, right?"

He was deliberately teasing her.

Aurelia Shaw didn't engage with this topic, turned her head to watch the fireworks outside, leaving him aside, no matter how eloquent or deep-minded he was, she wasn't taking the bait, and he had no way.

Suddenly, a shadow in the corner of her eye came rushing; before she could react, her cheek was touched by a warm pair of lips, receiving a surprise kiss.

Aurelia Shaw was instantly frozen in shock, her eyes stared blankly ahead, after two seconds she reacted, giving Mason Nightshade a fierce glare.

"Mason Nightshade, can't you go a day without acting like a rascal!"