It was Rory who saw Mommy's expression and couldn't help teasing: "Stop drooling, I've seen you lick your mouth."

Sienna drew in a cold breath and feebly defended herself, "That's because I'm thirsty. Can't that be?"

"But you're clearly blushing!"

Well, Sienna has to admit that her son is extremely perceptive and often looks at things unexpectedly and precisely.

Yes, she's drooling over Tyrone's back!

The memory of five years ago is still fresh to her, but not being able to see his figure at that time is a great loss. Every time she thinks of it, she feels sad and wishes she could do it all over again.

He was the most muscular and handsome man she had ever seen!

The three of them came to an office.

Tyrone went in and gave a few instructions before inviting them in, while he stayed outside, ready to send them back at any time.

In fact, the procedure was quite simple. Sienna was not troubled. He gave a brief account of what had happened, signed his name, and signed a confidentiality agreement before he was allowed to leave.

She came out, holding her son's hand, and saw Tyrone standing motionless outside. He was tall and upright, and the gentle breeze stirred his hair, causing a slight disturbance that stirred her heart.

He was exceptionally charming like this!

Sienna stood behind him, looking eagerly at his broad shoulders, wanting to rush over and hug him, telling him that she missed him very, very much.

The feeling was very intense.

"Have you seen enough?"

Tyrone seemed to have eyes on his back, and when he turned around, he saw her lowered eyelids, and all words of reproach vanished without a trace.

"You're so tall standing outside, don't you allow anyone to look?" Sienna is a bit angry: "Or am I so ugly that you don't want to talk to me?"

Seeing her wronged look, Tyrone suddenly softened his heart and casually said, "I didn't mean that. You just returned to your home country. I'm sure someone at home is waiting for you to welcome you back. You'd better go back quickly!"

A sense of loss slowly crept up Sienna's heart, inch by inch, an inexplicable bitterness.

"You really don't remember me at all." She murmured to herself.

"What did you say?" He didn't hear clearly.

"Me, ah!" Sienna sprained her ankle because she didn't notice the height of the steps under her feet, and it hurt so much that she almost shed tears.

When Tyrone held her up, he saw a look of pain on her face and felt something unusual in his heart, just for a moment.

Sienna held Tyrone's arm tightly, half of her body almost against him, though it hurt at the ankles, she enjoyed the feeling of being close to him.

His muscles were solid, and it was a single layer of fabric. Feeling his strong heartbeat was more reassuring than anything else.

"Are you okay?" He lowered his head and saw her shiny black hair.

"It hurts, my feet hurt!" Sienna's pitiful tone made her look even more pitiful.

Rory looks at Mommy's feet: "Can't you walk?"

"Well, I can't walk anymore, what should I do!" She changed her soft tone, but didn't look at Tyrone's expression.

For a few seconds of pause, he seemed to be thinking.

It was only when Sienna felt himself soaring into the air that he realized it was him who had picked him up.

At that moment, her blood was boiling, all her cells were cheering, her hands were involuntarily clinging to the back of his head, and she could forget all the pain and soreness.

Rory saw the uncle holding Mommy in his arms and couldn't help exclaiming, "Wow!" Princess hug, I want it too." Then he staggered, almost fell down, took two steps and clarified himself: "No, Mommy said I can only be the little prince and will carry the princess in the future."

Tyrone was at a loss whether to laugh or cry upon hearing this.

The three came up to a Land Rover.

Tyrone opened the rear door, let Sienna sit down, and then examined her foot. The man had sprained his ankle in the army, and they were also to blame.

"Does it still hurt somewhere?

His voice grew more and more pleasant to listen to, like the feeling of a finger plucking a string, itchy in the heart.

Seeing that she was silent, Tyrone looked up at her, and their eyes met in an indescribable strangeness.

Sienna's heart was filled with delight, a feeling of wanting to speak but holding back, and her heart was beating faster all the time.

Tyrone frowned and stepped back: "Madam Sienna, did you do it on purpose?"

"I didn't!" Sienna, not convinced, suddenly pulled down her sports socks and showed him the swollen area to prove that she wasn't pretending.

"There's no medicinal oil here, or shall I take you to buy a bottle?" He looked at her and asked for her opinion.

Sienna, of course, would love it.

Rory, standing outside the car, said meaningfully, "It's a waste of time for you to look around like this. Can you go now? I'm so hungry."

It's past mealtime now.

Tyrone left the unit with the mother and son and sped all the way to near a pharmacy. He got out of the car alone to buy some medicinal oil.

Sienna, who was in the car, reminded his son, "Rory, Uncle doesn't know I'm your mommy. Can you call me Auntie Sienna?"

"Is this a game?"

Sort of. You can only say it if Mommy allows you. Remember?

"Auntie Sienna, you're so talkative." Rory is like a little grown-up and frowns to show his dissatisfaction.

Tyrone quickly got back into the car, sitting opposite Sienna because the back was spacious.

"Come on, let me apply the medicine for you." He said it straightforwardly.

At this moment Sienna hesitated. Her pretty face flushed and she whispered, "It's okay. I'll do it myself."

Although she and he even had children, this kind of intimate act had never happened once. Now happiness came too suddenly, and she was afraid it was just a dream.

Tyrone lifted her feet, took off her shoes without hesitation, and then removed her socks as well. He paused when he saw her delicate and smooth skin.

Sienna was also nervous, swallowed her saliva, and then tightly pursed her mouth, not dared to look into his eyes, this feeling was too ambiguous, the air in the car seemed not enough.

Tyrone took a deep breath, focused his attention, poured a few drops of medicinal oil into the palm of his hand, spread it a few times, and smoothly applied it to her foot.

The delicate touch quickly spread through his palm, and he forced himself not to think that she was just a woman in need of help.

"Ah! Pain, pain! ' Sienna suddenly shouted, "Be gentle, it hurts!"

Seeing her flustered look, Tyrone didn't stop, still exerting a lot of force and reminding himself to keep calm.

"It hurts, it hurts. Ah! When will it be good? I can't stand it. Ah, it hurts! ' Sienna's face turned red, her hands clasped onto the seat, and she was about to burst into tears: "Could you be a little gentler?"

"The bruise must be rubbed to get better quickly, hold on a little longer, I'll do a few more."

Sienna was still wailing and trembling in pain.