As a result, Sienna rolled over and continued her sweet dream, resting one leg on the quilt, the spring light leaked out without any problem, and it was not clear whether it was a dream or something, but a smile remained on her face all the time.

Tyrone, a hot-tempered man, was encountering such a situation for the first time and decided to take a cold shower first, after all, her appearance was not suitable for applying medicine.

Little did he know that as soon as he turned around, his hand was held by someone.

Sienna woke up.

"You don't keep your word. Didn't you say to apply medicine?" She put on her jeans under the covers: "Actually, I didn't want to dirty your place." She got up, walked over to the leather sofa and sat down: "Come on, I'll endure the pain."

She had an air of righteousness.

Tyrone walked over and looked at her feet: "Who told you to cheat? You deserve it!"

"I know you're a decent man." She was frustrated and said, "Well, this also shows that you are of high character and not an ordinary man."

Tyrone raised his eyebrows and accepted her words.

Sienna felt that today was her luckiest and worst day, and unexpectedly met him again, but got injured twice in the same spot on her foot.

It was a series of misfortunes, but there was also a sweet aftertaste lingering in the heart.

"Oh, it hurts, it hurts!"

Sienna's thoughts returned to reality, tears welled up in her eyes, and she looked pitiful.

"Hold on a little longer, it will be all right soon."

Tyrone's big hand kept rubbing her ankle, with a very even force, but always looking away, very serious.

Sienna kept calling out.

Those who don't know would have thought how intense their entanglement was.

Those delicate voices could crush any man's sanity and tickle his heart.

In just a few minutes, Sienna's face flushed red countless times.

Pink like peach blossoms, probably describing her current situation, especially her tearful eyes, with a touch of pity and weakness, hitting the heart.

Tyrone quickly stood two meters away from her, still with his back to her.

"Have a good rest. I'll come over when I'm free tomorrow. Hurry up and find out where you'll be staying, and let me know if you've got in touch." He didn't look back at her.

It would be strange to go back!

Sienna was lost in thought about his back, but he was a gentleman, and Rory might have been flying somewhere five years ago if she hadn't tampered with the wine.

"Are you leaving now?" Sienna thought of another trick: "I'm hungry. You have something to eat in this fridge. I'll pay you later."

She made it clear that she wouldn't stay here for free.

"I'm going to buy takeout. Don't get up by yourself."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the sound of her walking. When he turned around, he was caught off guard and thrown into her arms, unable to hold them back in time.

"Ah!" Sienna bumped into a wall of people.

What a strong chest! An inexplicable impulse ran through her limbs and bones, and she couldn't hold it back at all.

She really wanted to give him a hug.

As a result, Sienna was pushed away mercilessly by him!

"Woman, you're playing with fire!" His eyes narrowed and his expression turned stern: "But you've got the wrong person." He grabbed her hand: "Say, who sent you here?"

What? Sienna blinked her pretty eyes and stared at him blankly.

What did Tyrone take her for? Spy or female agent.

Tyrone clutched her chin with his back hand, his eyes suddenly cold, completely different from his previous look, as if his chin would shatter with just a forceful pinch.

"If you're trying to get close to me on purpose, sorry, I'm not that stupid." He looked at her coldly: "It's said that men think with their lower bodies, but I still have a brain."

Sienna was taken aback by his presence.

This is the Tyrone that fascinates her!

His eyes seemed to devour everything, that rebellious coldness, and that bright wisdom, and she could think of him as soon as she closed her eyes.

For five years, more than a thousand eight hundred days and nights, whenever she thought of him, she could feel his passion. She had given him the most precious first time as a woman, and never regretted it.

He made her think of him for five years, to look back on him for five years, and to look forward to him for five years.

Now, everything is just beginning --

Seeing that she was silent, Tyrone let go of his hand and stood a step away.

Sienna's body shook slightly, and she lost her support because her legs were still aching slightly. She had to step on her feet as she walked, saying, "Rory might be able to recognize the place. I'll stay with him."

Sienna tried to walk past him, but the disappointment in her eyes was automatically dispelled by her.

His change showed that he was a serious, strategic man, not someone to be led by the nose by, and she was glad that the man she loved was right.

And she won't give up so easily, isn't it just a couple of cold scoldings, she won't take it to heart.

Tyrone is Sun Wukong, and she is the Buddha. As long as she can stay by his side, she will feel happy and content. She has always been steadfast in her military spirit.

And her feelings for him have never changed.

Because she always believes that there will be miracles waiting for her ahead!

As they passed by, Tyrone suddenly grabbed her hand and asked, "Did House of Vermon send you here?"

Huh? Sienna glared at him for no reason, and a big question mark emerged in her mind.

What's going on? She really had no idea what he was talking about.

Seeing her hesitant look, Tyrone was not quite sure what she was thinking. Maybe she wasn't pretending, but if she was, what was her purpose?

He had only intended to strike the tiger, but it didn't matter if it didn't work out. Anyway, he could keep testing. A fox will eventually show its tail, and he will find out the reason sooner or later.

The fact that not many people knew about this exercise and that she didn't show the usual fluster when she showed up at the airport was very suspicious.

Especially the child, who showed rare composure, couldn't justify the fact that a child of four or five years old had affected the entire exercise.

And Sienna's overly proactive behavior seemed to have been planned for a long time, but fortunately he wasn't deceived by appearances and was thinking of getting to the bottom of the matter.

"It doesn't matter if you don't know. Go ahead."

Sienna took two steps forward.

"Wait." Tyrone called her back and looked at her slender figure: "Did you give birth to this child? When was it born and who is the child's father?"

Sienna didn't answer, looked a little stunned at him, and his tone was a bit like interrogating a criminal, which she didn't like, so she chose to ignore.

Her reunion with him was a divine arrangement, there was no human factor at all.

If there was any, it was that she was so eager to see him that even the heavens heard her heart.

Sienna was in some kind of mood.

These years, she has no idea how she got through it.