"Me?" Tyrone was clearly not happy.

'Hurry up! You are a soldier and must obey orders absolutely! ' Valentine took the opportunity to put on an act.

"Yes, Sir!" He replied.

Sienna, somewhat sulking, walked ahead alone, ignoring Tyrone who was slowly following.

"Wait for me!" He chased after me and shouted from behind, "You hurt your foot and don't walk properly, do you want to become disabled?"

"Go away! I'm out of your business!"

Tyrone chased after her and saw her disheveled appearance, as if there were faint tears shining.

"All right, stop being so stubborn." He showed a hint of giving in.

After all, it was he who invited her to the resort. Her hand was injured yesterday and her legs were not agile at the moment, so she had to give in a little.

Since he was a man and a soldier, he couldn't be treated like a woman!

He was aware of that.

Thinking back and forth like this, Tyrone lowered his stance. Seeing her limping, he was somewhat touched in his heart. He always felt that she was incredibly strong. Even if she wanted to cry, it was just a pitiful look of silent tears.

Sienna walked too fast Tai Chi and finally fell to her knees.

Without saying a word, Tyrone bent down and picked her up, in a simple princess hug, so skillful, as if he had been accustomed to this pose ever since he knew her.

Sienna pursed her lips, wanting to speak but stiffened, and they didn't communicate all the way until she wanted to change clothes in the suite.

"You can go out now." She blushed quietly.

Although she had even given birth to Rory with him, this shyness had always been there. Strictly speaking, she was still a stranger to the man, at best a familiar stranger.

Tyrone looked at her pretty face and couldn't help teasing her: "What if I don't go? Are you trying to seduce me? That seems to have always been your purpose."

"Humph."

Sienna doesn't want to be seen through by him. God knows, she really wants to push him down and tell him: Rory is your child.

But she can't do that right now, absolutely not.

"Feeling guilty?" Tyrone looked at her up close and found that her eyelashes were so beautiful and so elegant without makeup. He cleared his throat and said, "All right, I'm out first. Call me if you need anything."

Sienna nodded and waited for him to go out, and the shame gradually faded, but after a while she felt that this was going to make a fool of herself this time.

Because it was a big deal!

The top she chose had a zipper at the back, and when she pulled it halfway, her hair got stuck. The tighter she pulled, the more she couldn't fix it herself. When she pulled, even her hair hurt.

What should she do?

When Tyrone heard Sienna calling him from inside, he opened the door and went in, and immediately saw her embarrassing appearance, her pretty face flushed, her fair skin turned pink, her hands hooked behind her, powerless.

She knew what had happened even without telling Tyrone.

"Hurry up! I, I have no other way." Sienna could only plead, "Are there scissors or something like that? Cut my hair first."

"Now it's you begging me, don't use a commanding tone, OK?" Tyrone was intentional: "You're not my head. I don't have to listen to you, do I?"

She shouted at him, "If you're a man, help me out quickly. And a soldier? Are there any soldiers like you? Necrotic!"

She was in a bad mood and started teasing.

"Since that's the case, then I'll call someone over. Such a good figure should be shown to people, don't you think so?" Tyrone had a mischievous smile and pretended to walk towards the door.

"All right, all right, I apologize, can't I apologize?" Sienna, wanting to solve the problem right away, softened her voice: "Colonel Tyrone, serve the people. I'm a first-class citizen."

Tyrone found it amusing and intended to tease her.

"Then why did you come close to me?

"No, it's all fate." She said it seriously: "It's true, it's all fate! I didn't know I would run into you at the airport."

That's the truth. She can definitely guarantee it.

Tyrone took out a Swiss Army knife he carried with him and cut off a few of Sienna's long hair, allowing her head to move freely again.

"Thank you." She said obediently.

Tyrone stood right behind her, with a fair back in sight, and if one had the heart, could see the undulating waves ahead. It was a spectacular sight and a thought-provoking sight.

"No peeping!" Sienna clutched the front, not knowing why she was doing it herself.

Tyrone began to pull the zipper down and couldn't unzip it for a moment.

"Who wants to see you? There's nothing to expect." " He spoke against his will, suppressing a certain impulse in his heart: "This is what you asked me to do. If you don't want me to do it, forget it."

"Hey!" Sienna got anxious and said, "What are you talking about? I have no information at all."

She looked down at her chest. It was clearly uneven, okay or not. It must be his vision, or it must be his guilt.

Finally, Tyrone finished the task and pulled the zipper up smoothly.

Sienna heaved a sigh of relief with her back to him, and when she turned around, her eyes suddenly met his, but the two quickly averted their gaze, perhaps feeling embarrassed.

'Cough.' Sienna is talking nonsense: "Don't tell anyone about today."

"It depends on how I feel."

Sienna surprised: "Tyrone, you're threatening me. It's just a small matter. What about you? HMPH, a man with a small chicken belly!"

"Say it again if you have the guts!" His eyes were cold: "Who is a man with a small chicken belly?"

It's said that men are the most charming when they are serious, but when he's not happy, he's simply amazing.

"When I didn't say it and left, I was still hungry."

She didn't eat much just now.

Tyrone reached out to block her way, clearly trying to make things clear before leaving.

"What do you want to do? Her eyes were full of wariness, knowing she had said the wrong thing, but it was too late to regret: "Grandpa must be waiting."

"I want to prove whether I'm a man or not, and whether I have a chicken belly."

Having said that, Tyrone placed his body in front of Sienna, and before she could explain, all the words fell into his mouth. Kissing her became a form of punishment, for her mouth was so bad that she had to justify herself.

Sucking, gently biting, tossing and turning --

Sienna could hardly stand, her hands involuntarily resting on his waist, feeling his intense and fierce punishment, yet enjoying such intimacy, as if the whole person was cheering!

Tyrone realized that he could hardly stop himself.

Her sweetness was beyond imagination. Though it was a punishing kiss, it was like a derailed train that had gone to an unknown place, with some corner of her heart rising and falling abnormally.

To make matters worse, that tense feeling came again, strange yet familiar.

At last, Tyrone stopped attacking her cheek and looked away.

"It's not good to keep them waiting. You go first. I'll wash my hands."

He tried to hide his embarrassment.