Tyrone felt someone leaned against his shoulders, and with a slight sideways glance, he caught a glimpse of Sophia's small head. She was quietly leaning against his shoulder.

The expressionless handsome face warmed up and he raised his hand to pull her towards his direction so that she could sleep more soundly.

William unintentionally had a chance to see this scene, laughing and ridiculing: "Our tough special soldier can rarely be so careful and considerate! If those soldiers of you saw this, their jaws will drop to the ground in shock."

Tyrone glanced at him indifferently, "You talk too much."

"Gotta! I can't even talk about it! Are we still buddies?" William spoke aloud. He took a sip from the glass on the table, and leaned into Tyrone's ear, lowering his voice, "But, then again, Sophia is quite like Dorothy. Tyrone, are you still thinking about Dorothy. Is that why you're so concerned about Sophia..."

He has not finished speaking, and Tyrone's face had turned black.

William was busy stopping the conversation, "Fine, fine. I'll not mention it anymore. I'm leaving! Don't you get mad at me!"

He hurriedly got up to go to the few people who were singing happily and accidentally bumped into Sophia as he passed by Tyrone.

Tyrone didn't have time to warn him.

And he only saw Sophia's body suddenly fell.

Tyrone's body stiffened.

It wasn't because of anything else, but Sophia's face coincidentally landed right on his leg.

Perhaps because it hurt a little, Sophia woke up from her sweet dream. She raised her hand in confusion and rubbed her eyes. Then she nudged her little head, adjusted her sleeping position, and pressed her face down on his lap.

The air-conditioning was on in the room, but the summer clothes were thin.

Tyrone could feel her breath penetrating through his clothes and into his muscles.

His abdomen naturally tensed, and Tyrone grabbed Sophia's shoulders with both hands to lift her.

"Hmph... "Sophia uncomfortably wailed. She half-opened her eyes. Between the light and shadow, her eyes were obscure like dew shrouded in the morning mist. Her thick and slender eyelashes gently opened and closed as she blinked her eyes.

When they were looking at each other, Tyrone was momentarily out of his mind.

He remembered William's words. Dorothy and Sophia were so much alike. Has he not forgotten Dorothy and was that why he was so concerned about Sophia?

Alike?

He felt they did not look alike at all.

At least there was no similarity of their eyes at all.

No matter how Dorothy was, she was mischievous like a child, and her eyes always sparkled with cunning and agility.

But Sophia was different.

The persistence in her eyes that was unintentionally revealed was so strong that one couldn't help but feel distressed for her.

After struggling for a while, Sophia still couldn't resist the heavy sleepiness and closed her eyelids.

At the same time, like a koala bear, she stretched out her hands and hugged Tyrone's waist. Her cheeks rubbed against his sturdy abdomen, and she also muttered vaguely, "Let me sleep a little longer. Just five minutes..."

The words were almost inaudible.

Only a slight humming sound from her nose showed how soundly she was sleeping at the moment.

Tyrone's hands that fell on her shoulders loosened.

Somewhat he was reluctant to push her away.

Ten seconds later...

Sophia, who was drowsy from sleep, suddenly woke up.

Nope!

Who was that she just saw?

In her mind, Tyrone's immaculately handsome face quickly flashed, and she realized what was happening. She climbed up from Tyrone's lap with stiffly.

Only when she was halfway up did she feel that something was wrong with her hands.

Lowering her eyes, she looked at her palm.

The place she was pressing was not the soft couch, but...

Sophia's temples throbbed fiercely a few times. She retracted her hand fiercely as if she had been electrocuted.

Like an ostrich, she hid and sat down in the corner farthest from Tyrone.