Three rules? Sienna found the proposal quite novel and watched Tyrone playfully, waiting for what he would say.

"First, don't touch my things, especially my clothes!" He looked serious.

There was already a precedent in the apartment, and Tyrone had to make it clear to her.

Sienna laughed: "What about the second?"

"Second, you and I each take a room, and neither of us gets in the way of the other."

'All right, I agree.' Sienna couldn't wait to ask, "Then what's the last one?"

"Don't dress revealingly and deliberately walk around in front of me."

"But what kind of clothes would be called revealing?" Sienna played word games with him: "Does a girl's nightgown count? Don't you wear a vest?"

"Ask again if you have the guts!" He was even more serious.

"Well, I'm going to take a bath first. You mustn't peek!"

Sienna was about to give up, and she was too tired today to take a good bath, but half an hour passed and she still hadn't come out.

Tyrone was afraid that she would faint from washing inside, so he went over and knocked on the door.

To his surprise, the door was slightly ajar, and with little effort he made, it opened by itself.

He looked inside, oh my god! The woman was actually asleep.

But before he could make a sound, the magnets at the bottom of the door stuck to each other and made a loud noise.

Sienna suddenly woke up and saw that Tyrone was stunned, but she didn't panic.

"Colonel Tyrone, you haven't kept the three rules."

In fact, she had deliberately opened the door, but he actually took the bait.

Tyrone wanted to slap off her smug face, but the scene before him was so seductive and very, very alluring that he had to force himself to turn around, go outside and pour a glass of cold water to drink.

But the scene was still swirling in his mind, and he was severely poisoned.

Sienna, dressed in a nightgown, came up to him, and with a sweet scent all over her body, said with a big smile, "Colonel Tyrone, do you think I'm exposing myself now?"

Tyrone drank water and deliberately avoided looking at her.

Sienna thought it was fun and wanted to keep teasing him: "Do you say I should sleep in the outside room or the inside room?"

Since it was a suite, one room was a little larger and the other a little smaller, but the furnishings and arrangements were the same, there was no substantial difference.

"I'll let you choose first."

He's a gentleman, naturally ladies first.

"May I choose the room you are in?" She held back her laughter and looked at him with a stiff back: "Colonel Tyrone, is this room too hot? Look, you're sweating. '

Her voice tingled, gradually giving Tyrone a feeling in his lower abdomen.

That thought was growing wildly like wild grass, and before he was completely impulsive, he took his clothes into the bathroom without looking back, wanting to take a cold shower.

Sienna stayed outside, listening to the sound of the shower inside and imagining him taking a shower. At this moment, she really wanted to take a shower with Tyrone, but it was just a thought.

The sound of the water vanished.

Less than a minute later, Tyrone came out, wearing a white vest with trousers underneath, very clean and fresh, with half-wet hair, seductive and alluring.

Even so, Sienna was still stunned!

He has well-proportioned muscles, broad shoulders and narrow hips, no extra fat, and even a simple vest can make him look his own, full of masculinity and charm, as if he were walking hormones.

"Stop looking, you're drooling." As Tyrone said of her, he also avoided his eyes, deliberately not looking at her delicate skin that was exposed.

"I was just thinking, as a soldier, how bad your figure is." She retorted.

Tyrone raised his eyebrows, then walked over and poured himself a glass of cold water. After taking a couple of sips, he squinted at her and said, "Your washboard is no better in shape."

Sienna was quite confident: "Your eyes are smeared with toad flesh. If this is a washboard, then a real washboard is a blank sheet of paper."

The metaphor was very vivid, and the two laughed in unison.

It seems like a catalyst!

Sienna came up to him and looked into his eyes: "Actually, I'd like you to do something about boyfriends and girlfriends, wouldn't you?" Her desire was obvious.

Tyrone struggled to control her emotions and took a step back, saying, "It's getting late. You should rest. Going to bed early will be better for your skin."

"Tyrone, I --"

Tyrone's phone suddenly rang, breaking the strange atmosphere in the room. He walked out of the floor-to-ceiling window to answer the call, clearly not wanting her to hear the conversation.

The call lasted for about three minutes, and when Tyrone returned to the room, he saw Sienna lying there asleep, her long hair loose, looking unguarded.

Perhaps that was her intention, wanting him to submit.

But to be honest, Sienna, so quiet, is really attractive. Even when she rests with her eyes closed, she is still beautiful and serene, making the man's mind flutter.

Tyrone knew this was wrong and kept restraining himself. Otherwise, by man's nature, he would have pounced on such a beauty and swallowed her directly.

He said that she was a washboard was just a joke, her figure was very impressive, truly well-proportioned and beautiful, any bit of spring light was fatal, capable of captivating a man's soul.

Fortunately, Tyrone was able to hold back, with great self-control!

Sienna turned over and went back to sleep, completely unaware that a man was on her side, but in the middle of the night she felt the urge to use the toilet and got up drowsily to go to the bathroom.

Tyrone woke up at the sound of footsteps, a habit he had developed over the years, which enabled him to keep a sharp reaction in any environment, to smell a fragrant breeze and know it was her coming.

Tyrone made no sound, wanting to see what she did.

Sienna lay down with her eyes closed, grabbed her twice, wrapped herself in the blanket and went back to sleep.

After about five minutes, seeing that she still had no reaction, Tyrone lay down at ease and continued his sweet dream, regardless of whether she had gone to the wrong room or not.

'Ah!' Sienna was startled when she woke up: "Tyrone, how could you be here with me?" She was surprised and delighted: "Did you give me -- last night?"

Tyrone dodged to the side: "You know, this is my room!"

Sienna rubbed her long hair, still very confused, thought for a long time before apologizing.

"Sorry, I went to the wrong room." She tried to get up but was pressed down on the hem of her nightgown, and with a push, she heard a tearing sound.

This is really embarrassing!

Tyrone looked down at her hand, beneath which there was a piece of fabric, and in a glance, she saw her long, fair and well-proportioned legs, and her tattered nightgown, which was inexplicably alluring.

An irresistible charm!

"Your quality is so bad, you can't blame me!"

He tried hard to avoid sight, but the firmness of his body was obvious, because it was morning, a man would do that, and with her unintentional provocation, it was like a sign of a volcano about to erupt.