Chapter 897

I awkwardly said, "You… you guys should go out first."

Johnathan paused for two seconds, then quickly smiled and said, "Yes, yes, we have to leave now, we can’t delay your celebration."

With that, he dragged Vonnie outside. Walking to the door, he smiled at me and said, "Esmie, take it easy later, Reynaldo is very fragile when he’s drunk."

I…

Did he want to listen to himself and hear what he was saying?

"Also, uh…" Johnathan glanced at Reynaldo on the bed and smirked at me, "How about we film a video later and show it to him when he wakes up? I guarantee he will treasure that video…"

I couldn’t believe it; I couldn’t bear to hear a single word of what Johnathan said.

I rushed over in a few steps and slammed the door shut.

Outside the door, there came faint sounds of Johnathan’s laughter and Vonnie scolding him.

When the sound gradually faded away until I couldn’t hear anything, I slowly walked to the edge of the bed.

Reynaldo was already so drunk that he was completely unconscious, lying motionless on the bed.

I used to take off his shoes and then push him to sleep in the middle of the bed.

The man looked very thin, but he was surprisingly heavy.

When I pushed him to the middle of the bed, I was so exhausted that I lay next to him for a while, panting heavily.

But I also knew that time was running out. If I didn’t get things done soon, when he sobered up later, I would be in trouble.

Thinking to myself, I half propped myself up and looked at him.

The man’s eyes were tightly closed, his breathing steady, not quite like he was drunk, more like he was asleep.

“Reynaldo?”

I called him twice and shook him a few times.

Seeing that he didn’t react much, I finally mustered up the courage to take off his coat.

Then he went on to unbutton his shirt.

Perhaps too nervous, those few buttons—I struggled to undo them for a long time.

After unbuttoning, I pulled the man’s shirt to the sides, revealing his strong chest muscles and the clearly defined abdominal muscles inside.

Without beating around the bush, Reynaldo’s figure is really better than those male models.

I reached out and touched Reynaldo’s chest muscles a few times, then my fingertips moved down and lingered on his abdominal muscles for a while.

Just, what should be done next?

Chapter 898

I thought for a moment, then straddled him and tremblingly reached for his belt.

I didn’t know how the belt was fastened, so I spent a long time trying to undo it before finally managing to unfasten it.

By this point, I was nervous, nervous.

Luckily, Reynaldo was completely drunk, otherwise, I would have just found a hole to crawl into.

Really?

Was Reynaldo not okay after getting drunk?

Or should I say, did he need to be stimulated again?

Ah, it’s so difficult.

Why was it so easy for him to sleep with me when I was drunk?

After he got drunk, why was it so difficult for me to sleep with him?

I brushed the sweat-dampened hair from his forehead and bent down to kiss his lips.

If Reynaldo really couldn’t handle it after getting drunk, then the method of getting pregnant with triplets by getting him drunk would be completely ineffective.

Ugh, so annoying!

How could this happen?

Didn’t Reynaldo used to go berserk at the slightest touch before?

Forget it, let’s try to "stimulate" him again.

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Chapter 899

Thinking in my heart, I kissed his lips again, kissed his neck, kissed his Adam’s apple, and chest…