Our Love Story: Hard to Guard Against the Sudden Love Strike-Chapter 193 - 191: Old Baby

She slowly opened her eyes, touched his delicate cheek with one hand, and smiled, "Are you a little baby? Drinking milk twice a day?"

He held her hand, rubbed it against his cheek a few times, and curled his lips, "Who isn’t a baby?"

She laughed aloud and pinched his cheek, "Still an old baby with slightly thick skin."

"What’s wrong with being an old baby? My dad always says ’Happy Baby’s Day’ to my mom every year on Children’s Day."

Upon hearing this, Sienna Thornton burst into laughter, rolling around on the bed until she ended up in Simon Forrester’s arms, burying herself in his neck and laughing uncontrollably.

When she’d laughed enough and could speak properly, she sat cross-legged on the bed and asked earnestly, "So, how does your dad celebrate Children’s Day for you?"

"He doesn’t celebrate Children’s Day for me."

Sienna Thornton was surprised, "Why not?"

Simon Forrester replied indifferently, "When he celebrates Children’s Day for my mom, he thinks I’m a third wheel and sends me off to my granddad."

"And how does your granddad celebrate Children’s Day for you?"

"Generally, he takes me for a drink, and then we spend the afternoon listening to Peking opera at the tea garden."

Upon hearing this, Sienna Thornton couldn’t laugh anymore. She put away her smile, sat upright and hugged Simon Forrester, gently patting his back to comfort him, "Alright, you’re a delayed baby. Come, big sis will pamper you."

She wore a cotton nightgown, smelling fragrant from her shower, and Simon Forrester hugged her tightly, burying his face in her neck, taking a deep breath, and murmured softly, "The delayed baby feels bad. Big sis, have a drink with me?"

His calling her "big sis" seemed to stir up her protective instinct, and she replied cheerfully, "Sure!"

He then brought the tray on the bedside table to the middle between them.

Sienna Thornton lowered her head to take a look.

On the tray were two cocktail glasses, filled halfway with brown liquid, and next to them the aluminum whipped cream dispenser.

Simon Forrester picked up the dispenser and whipped some cream into both cocktail glasses, then lifted one to Sienna Thornton.

Sienna Thornton glanced down and smiled, "How strong is this drink?"

"Probably about ten degrees." As he said this, Simon Forrester picked up his glass and clinked it with hers, "To you, Aries drink."

Sienna Thornton took a sip, looked at the cream floating atop the liquor, and nodded, "Nice texture, very smooth." Then, recalling something, she asked, "How did you know I’m an Aries?"

Simon Forrester took a sip too, his deep eyes looking at her, "Saw it on your ID card."

Sienna Thornton nodded and took another sip, asking, "What about you? What’s your zodiac?"

Before Simon Forrester could answer, she suddenly remembered, "Oh right, last year in Norport, I happened to be there for your birthday, early November, so you’re a Scorpio!"

"Do Scorpio and Aries match?"

Sienna Thornton shrugged, took another sip, "Probably? I don’t research these much..."

They drank, the dim light cast gently upon their faces, bathing them in tenderness, their eyes deep as if holding the stars.

-

The next day.

"Ah!"

Still in slumber, Simon Forrester was startled awake by a sharp scream, rushed to the bathroom at record-breaking speed.

"Fell again..."

Before finishing the sentence, seeing Sienna Thornton in front of the sink, patting her face in the mirror, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Sienna Thornton turned to him, forlorn, "My face is swollen!"

With previous experience, he said nothing and consciously opened the cabinet, took out a clean towel, went outside to get ice.

Sienna Thornton iced her face, muttering, "No more drinking at night henceforth."

"Okay~~" He extended the ending sound, squeezing out toothpaste to brush his teeth.

Sienna Thornton watched the reflection of his youthful face in the mirror, unimpressed, "Clearly, we drank together, why’s my face swollen and you’re perfectly fine?"

While brushing his teeth, he kept watching her in the mirror.

Indeed, her face was swollen, but it still looked good, a kind of youthful, pretty puffiness.

Sienna Thornton kept muttering at the side, and he spat out the foam, dishonestly said, "Actually, it’s not swollen. It’s collagen, makes you cute and young! Where’s swelling? My eyesight is so good, didn’t notice any swelling at all."

"Really?" Sienna Thornton suspiciously looked at him.

He bent down to rinse his mouth, washed his face, wiped off the water stains, and turned around, reaching out to pinch her puffy cheek, "Really, I have 20/20 vision, can see the pores on your face clearly, but no sign of swelling."

After saying, he slipped out of the bathroom.

Sienna Thornton turned back to the mirror, inspecting herself from various angles, muttering, "Still swollen... like crying all night after a breakup..."

-

Seeing she was almost late for work, Sienna Thornton briefly iced her face and quickly went out to do her makeup and change clothes.

Entering the dressing room, Simon Forrester was standing in front of the mirror, tying his tie.

She walked over, picked out a suit, and was about to change when Simon Forrester said, "It’s getting colder today, wear pants."

"Oh, okay." She then put back the dress she was holding, and took out a vermilion suit.

The nightdress slipped off, revealing a cream-colored vintage English corset, over which was a matching deep V silk shirt, a row of buttons from beneath the chest all the way to the abdomen.

The vermilion fitted, padded shoulder suit contrasted sharply with the cream silk shirt inside, looking fashionable, elegant, and still professional.

Simon Forrester walked over, his gaze slowly sweeping over her from top to bottom, from her exquisite brows and eyes to her crimson lips, from her slender waist to her sexy, fair ankles.

He squinted slightly, furrowed his brow but said nothing.

Sienna Thornton spun around in front of the mirror, asked, "Does it look bad?"

"Looks good." He moved behind her, leaning forward to whisper in her ear, "You look good in everything. I love every side of you."

Her heart raced, her cheeks flushed, and she mimicked his accent softly, "Me too, I love every side of you."

He hugged her, pondering, "Why do people work? Isn’t it happier to play at home every day?" 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

She laughed, "Otherwise it would be ’from now on, the king stops morning court’!"

"True, I need to work hard to earn money to build you a big house, buy bags, clothes, diamonds..."