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Reaching the second floor, Simon Forrester pulled Sienna Thornton straight into the innermost bedroom.
Seeing how familiar he was, Sienna laughed, "Did you often come to Franland before?"
"I used to come often when I was in Britione, but not so much after returning home." Simon said, locking the door, "Which suitcase is my pajamas in?"
"The gray one."
"What about yours?"
"They're with yours."
Simon fished out both their pajamas and towels, ignoring Sienna's protests, and half-pushing, half-pulling her into the bathroom.
An hour later, Sienna rolled onto the bed, face buried in the pillow, unwilling to move.
Simon stood in front of the vanity, drying his hair, admiring his handsome reflection, and after drying his hair, applied moisturizer with a satisfied smile on his lips.
He lay down on the bed, swinging a long leg over Sienna's waist, and pulled the blanket over both of them.
Sienna kept her face buried in the pillow, her voice muffled, "Get away from me!"
