Orson returned to the hotel, his arm around Cisco's slender waist. Learning that she had a single - room accommodation,

Orson's jealousy towards Allen dissipated a little.

At the moment, nothing was more important than her. How could Allen compare to him?

"I'm really sorry for troubling you so much today."

Orson didn't say anything. Instead, he gently placed her on the bed.

The air - conditioner in the room was humming, and Cisco felt a bit cold.

"I'll go take a bath first..." Cisco said softly.

"What about your foot?"

"My foot is fine." she replied instinctively.

"Okay. If you need any help, just call me."

There was a smile in Orson's eyes, and Cisco couldn't help but blush again.

"This man really knows how to charm when he smiles!"

she murmured as she walked into the bathroom.

She took off her swimsuit and swim skirt, turned on the showerhead, only to realize that she hadn't taken her bath towel.

"Orson..."

"Are you there?" She stood by the bathroom door, opened it a crack, and called out to the person outside.

"What's wrong?" A deep, husky voice came.

"I... I didn't take my bath towel. It's in the suitcase."

Cisco felt increasingly embarrassed.

How could she be so forgetful as to forget the bath towel?

"Could... could you get it for me?"

"Sure." came the low reply.

Then there was the sound of a zipper being opened, followed by the rustling of her clothes. In less than two seconds, a tall and slender figure appeared at the frosted - glass bathroom door.

The figure was so imposing that Cisco felt a sense of oppression for a moment.

Before she could react, the door was pushed open forcefully. Orson, with his bare upper body, held the bath towel in his hand and closed the bathroom door behind him.

Cisco was stunned. "Ah, why did you come in?"

Her voice was flustered, her heart pounding like a thunderous drum.

She crossed her arms over her chest, feeling like her heart was about to jump out of her throat.

"Get out, get out..."

With just a casual glance,

Orson felt his throat go dry and his Adam's apple bobbed.

Her fair and delicate skin was tinged with a faint blush in the hazy water vapor.

The soft mounds on her chest were only partially covered by her hands.

The bathroom was small, and with his entrance, their bare skin was extremely close. The damp and sticky touch made Orson's eyes turn slightly red.

Rising temperature made Cisco's face flush bright red in an instant.

The water was gushing out from the showerhead, and the atmosphere between the two became instantly ambiguous.

Apart from the sound of water, they could only hear each other's breathing.

Orson couldn't help but step forward and embrace her.

"Cisco, will you be my girlfriend?"

Cisco, who was embraced, didn't answer. In her eyes, Orson was just a passer - by in her life. Although he had temporarily lost his memory, his noble and aloof demeanor suggested that his identity must be extraordinary.

What would she be when he regained his memory? Just like her seven - year relationship with Allen, it could fall apart so easily.

Not getting an answer, Orson's voice trembled, sounding pitiful and helpless. "Please don't reject me..."

Cisco's heart skipped a beat. At that moment, she could feel his heartbeat, like sparks blooming for her.

But the beauty of fireworks would eventually fade. She closed her eyes in pain.

"Y - you let go of me first..." Being pressed closely against him, the height difference made it a bit difficult for her to breathe.

The man in front of her loosened his hold slightly, and his muscular arms dropped a little, resting on her waist. Cisco looked up and was met with a pitiful expression.

Despite being a six - foot - three giant, he had a puppy - like look that made her heart ache, almost making her say yes.

She bit her lip, her eyes glistening. "Y - you go out first."

The coquettish tone made Orson's breath even hotter.

His eyes involuntarily fell on the woman's lower lip, which was as red as blood, like a blooming rose, seemingly inviting him.

Sensing his dangerous gaze, Cisco felt a thrill of excitement.

"Sister..." Orson murmured plaintively, but there was also a bit of excitement in his heart. After all, she didn't directly reject him.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"Cisco, open the door. Let's talk." Allen's voice came from outside.

Cisco was startled by the voice and stumbled backward.

Her foot slipped on the wet floor due to the water stains.

"Be careful!"

Orson's slightly relaxed arms instinctively lifted and tightened again.

Without the barrier of clothing, the delicate touch of her waist made Orson's eyes narrow slightly.

He couldn't resist rubbing it twice, causing the woman beneath him to roll her eyes.

"Hehe..."

Orson's laughing voice had just sounded when Cisco covered his mouth with her hand.

She gritted her teeth, her almond - shaped eyes wide open, glaring at him. She leaned close to his face and whispered in his ear.

"Don't make a sound if you don't want to die!"

Although it was a threat, her voice was soft and lacked any real sense of danger.

"Cisco, I'd die without regret if it were in your arms..."

The hot air from the man's mouth hit her soft palm, and a numb, itchy sensation spread all over her body like ants.

She was about to pull her hand back, but Orson wouldn't let her. Instead, he grabbed her hand and placed it on his chest.

Cisco felt that if she stayed in the same room with him any longer, something was bound to go wrong.

And she was afraid she'd be the one to lose control first.

She pushed Orson into the bathroom, quickly put on her swimsuit and swim skirt.

Orson was soaked from head to toe, but he didn't mind.

The only thing that bothered him was that Cisco made him hide.

Was he that unseemly? He didn't like this feeling.

As the leader of the mafia, he was determined to make her fall in love with him willingly.

The knocking on the door became more urgent.

"Cisco, I know you're in there. Open the door quickly. Let's have a talk."

Cisco quickly got dressed and was about to open the door when her wrist was grabbed.

Due to inertia, she fell straight into Orson's arms.

The water dripped from her head to her feet, soaking her swimsuit. The thin, wet fabric clung to her curvy figure, making Orson's throat tighten.

Cisco was about to question him when he said, "Sister, will your ex - boyfriend and his childhood friend come to hurt you again?"

Cisco couldn't bring herself to ask. Seeing the man's concerned and indignant expression for her, the last bit of her anger vanished.

She pursed her lips. "A man who doesn't cherish himself is like a rotten cabbage. Anyway, we've broken up, and I won't be sad for him anymore."

Hearing this, Orson nodded shyly and obediently.

"Cisco, then you go. I'll wait for you obediently."

"By the way, don't forget my previous proposal."

Cisco was really charmed by the "obedient amnesiac younger brother" act.

She smiled, stood on tiptoe, and stroked Orson's head.

"Okay, little brother. I'll think about it carefully later!"

Orson's eyes brightened. He grabbed her slender wrist. "So you promised. You can't go back on your word..."

In a moment of impulse, Cisco stood on tiptoe, cupped his face, and pressed her red lips to his, planting a gentle kiss on the corner of his mouth.

With a cute tone, she said, "Be a good boy, okay?"