Back to their hotel room, En and Sierra were resting in the living room. The man was resting his head on Sierra's lap, laying down on the sofa looking at the woman as if she's the only person in his world, while Sierra on the other hand was playing with his hair, tousling it and messing with it, just focusing on ruining the hair that is always neat-looking.
'If she isn't as handsome as this, people like Diane won't covet him. Should I give him a long scar on his face or let him dress in rags?’
Sierra was lost in thoughts and look deeply troubled, she was thinking of ways to keep En by her side and En seeing all of these different expressions she's showing can't help but smile.
“What made you look so troubled?” the man asked, lifting his hand and take a couple of strands of her
