The two of them didn't emerge until noon, just in time for lunch.
Hand in hand, both their faces were glowing. Anyone familiar with the affairs between men and women could guess what they had been doing in the room.
Sixth Master couldn't stop smiling, a sight that sent chills down the spines of all the men on the island.
Where did the cold and aloof Sixth Master go? they wondered. Smiling so radiantly—what is he up to? They found this version of their leader hard to accept.
"Mom, Dad, you're so lazy! It's already noon and you're just getting up? Great-Grandma, you should scold them; that's not right of them!" Curly teased.
Sienna's face turned red. The old woman was experienced and understood perfectly. She glanced at the robust man; he was in his prime and must have been insatiable.
