Ding --

I don't know when the elevator got back to normal and took them to the designated floor.

Sienna thought of apologizing to him, but what she said was: "Colonel Tyrone, I think you can go in and take a bath and then go back. It smells bad."

Involuntarily, Sienna imagines that vivid and fragrant scene, with no drunkenness at all, but still pretends to be drunk.

Tyrone, seeing her stumble and almost fall, held her back helplessly, telling himself that it was all instinctive and had nothing to do with the opposite sex.

Sienna was overjoyed and fell softly into his arms, closing her eyes and waiting for him to carry her in, but forgetting that he was dirty and her own work.

Tyrone didn't realize it was her little trick. Reluctantly, he carried her out of the elevator and opened the door with one hand while smelling the stench.

Sienna was so obedient that she was like a weak marshmallow, wanting to stick to him, with a hint of sweetness welling up in her heart.

"Sienna, you can wake up. If you don't, I'll find a way to wake you up!" Tyrone endured it.

Sienna heard it but remained silent, continuing to tilt her head and pretend to be asleep.

Tyrone carried her into the bathroom, placed her in the bathtub, took down the showerhead and turned it on, and cold water sprayed out, soaking Sienna all over her head and body.

Ah! She had an overreaction and stood up at once, but the water in the bathtub was slippery and she couldn't stand steadily, her hands just wanted to hold onto the lifeline: Tyrone!

As a result, Tyrone fell into the bathtub with her. Had he not reacted quickly enough to hold up his arms, he would have firmly crushed her beneath him, making her prone to fractures.

Unfortunately, the two were in a mouth-to-mouth kiss!

It was a shot in the arm for Sienna. There was nothing more exciting than this moment, and there was obvious palpitations. She took the absolute initiative, her red lips kissed her slightly cool thin lips under the shining eyes.

She seemed to be probing and trying to please, but in short, it was wonderful.

Tyrone's body is honest. Even if the heart resists the charm of beauty, the tension that comes is not deceptive. It's a strong and clear feeling.

He slipped his Adam's apple, concealing the urge to be a man, but the alarm bells rang in his mind!

"You still won't tell the truth by now?" He looked closely into her eyes, trying to tell her guilt and defeat: "Admit it quickly!"

"Admit what?" Sienna responded with a smile: "Do you admit that I like you?"

With her arms hooked around his neck, her eyes were warm, like those of a little animal in heat, waiting for him to approach.

"Can you, this woman, still tell the truth?

Tyrone propped himself up, feeling the indescribable ambiguity of their postures, that with just one movement he could crush her beneath her.

"Why don't you kiss me first? Anyway, I can't run away. Even if you drive me away, I don't want to leave you." Sienna says love words that are not love words: "Tyrone, you really can endure!"

She would rather he could pounce on it, and that feeling must be wonderful!

"All right, you don't have to act anymore, there's no Delilah here, I don't need you to be my girlfriend, the act is over!"

"I'm not acting!"

Sienna's look was absolutely serious, and there was a restless lust that was catalyzing her, and that air wouldn't go away.

Tyrone was still hesitating when her kiss came, with shyness and a pure feeling, absolutely proactive and passionate.

Tyrone couldn't resist, and the two suddenly kissed passionately, that kind of inseparable posture, the feeling between each other was intense and abrupt.

Sienna was unsure, feeling that happiness had come too fast, always a bit uneasy, and the feeling of the kiss was so real, not a dream.

Sure enough, Tyrone suddenly stopped, stood up and looked at her in the bathtub, so bright and so alluring, and suddenly calmed down.

Sienna looked up at him, her lips charming, her eyes hazy: "What do you want to say about me again?"

She was mentally prepared.

From Tyrone's perspective, a large expanse of spring light could be clearly seen in her dress, looking even more curvaceous and faint because of her wet body, and the standing on her chest was about to burst the dress, making one's imagination run wild.

Tyrone felt a little thirsty!

"Where are you going?" Sienna's voice has changed, with nervousness and anticipation, and then, ah-!

Her nose itches and she sneezes loudly, spoiling the atmosphere.

"Wash up quickly. I'm going to look for your suitcase."

Tyrone walked out without looking back, in a hurry, as if his mind was running on a train.

Strangely enough, he was immune to all other women, but he couldn't be ruthless to her. Even if he was on guard, he couldn't be completely indifferent. Sienna seemed to have some kind of magic that always caught his attention.

Even though he knew she was a fire, he would still try to pounce on her. God knows how much self-control he had to use to resist her deliberate provocation.

Sienna waited a little while before she heard Tyrone outside the bathroom.

"I left your clothes outside. If you want to wear them, take them yourself. I'm going back first."

As soon as Sienna heard him say he was leaving, she couldn't help but let out an "ah"!

"What's wrong with you?" He asked through the door.

"Come in yourself and see!" Her voice was still hooking him.

Tyrone hesitated, guessing that it might be another of her tricks. This woman was bold and could do anything, but there was also some unease in her heart. If something really happened on her territory, he would be responsible too.

Just as she was in a dilemma, Sienna suddenly opened the bathroom door and walked out silently.

She was still wearing her original dress, which was obviously more than half wet and clung to her delicate body, exuding mature charm and indescribable grace and beauty.

"Why do you have cockroach at home?"

That's what she said, and her style changed.

"You don't have cockroach at home. Go back and stay." Tyrone replied to her, thinking of something again, asked: "What about the child?" He had never seen a child.

"He has a place to live." Sienna blurted out, realizing at once that she had missed something, and quickly made up for it: "I can't live with him in a full-time kindergarten, can I?"

"It's been a few days, and the person you've been in contact with should be back, right?"

Tyrone really wants to drive her away, Sienna is a time bomb, who might explode one day, have to be on guard, he's always surrounded by danger, maybe she's one of them.

Sienna retorted: "Colonel Tyrone, you're a soldier! It's not very kind to drive out civilians in the dead of night, is it? Besides, it was you who said it first. I pretended to be your girlfriend and let me live and eat here for free. Do you only think of going back on your word now?"

"Sharp-tongued, right?" Tyrone narrowed his eyes, and a cold air rose up: "Well, I'd like to see what tricks you have?"

He waited for what she would say next.