Ava looked back along Mason’s sight, couldn’t help but exclaimed, and immediately closed the bathrobe, tied the belt tightly around his waist, and finally tied a knot.
Mason looked at her childish behavior, laughed dumbly, and said, “Okay, let’s have breakfast.”
He took Ava to the outside of the terrace, where there were tables and chairs for afternoon tea. He put Ava on the chair, then picked up a plate from the dining table next to him, and put it in front of Ava. Lifted the upper lid.
Simple western breakfast, bacon omelette, Ava looked down, the hue was actually pretty good.
She pretended to be critical, “Are you sure you can eat?”
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