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The lights in the living room were still on at three in the morning. Sienna couldn't stand it anymore, kicked the blanket aside, got out of bed, and opened the door.
The door faced the sofa in the living room diagonally. Simon Forrester was lying on the sofa, a blanket under his feet and a pillow behind him, watching his tablet.
"Why aren't you sleeping yet?" Sienna walked over, sat down on the sofa opposite him, "Is your work urgent?"
Seeing her come over, Simon quickly pulled his feet back, patted the seat beside him, and said with a smile, "Come sit here."
Recalling their first kiss on this sofa earlier that evening, she felt shy and embarrassed, her face turning red as she moved over.
Maybe because she just came from a soft bed, she suddenly felt this sofa was quite hard, not the soft leather sofa for home use, but more like the kind you find in a boss's office or hotel lobby, thick and hard.
