Chapter 899

Wasn’t he always wanting to sleep with me? Why did he suddenly change his mind this time, when the opportunity was so good?

Since he pretended to be drunk, he might as well keep pretending until I fell asleep and left. Then he could just wake up.

Why did he suddenly open his eyes just as I was about to take the final step?

He was just trying to embarrass me to death!

The more I thought about it, the angrier and more annoyed I became.

I stared at him and said, “Come on, what did I just say? Repeat it to me.”

Reynaldo’s brows furrowed tightly, his sharp black eyes seemed to be trying to see through me.

But I could see that his chest and waist were still tight, as if ready to burst out at any moment…

That is to say, he clearly had a feeling now, and that feeling was still very strong.

Why did he endure it? Why didn’t he just give in to me?

What was he really struggling with?

Am I not flirting enough?

Furrowing my brows, I glanced at his cold and handsome face, then, as if possessed, I lifted myself and kissed him on the chest.

Chapter 99

With a muffled groan, he pushed me back and said hoarsely, “Behave yourself!”

I was completely speechless.

What is this?

If he didn’t want to sleep with me, then he should have let me go.

What did you want to do by being so ambiguous, staring at me like that?

It’s rare that I took the initiative this time, and he responded like that.

He really shattered my self-esteem.

I was shameless.

I was thinking gloomily in my heart.

He suddenly lowered his voice and added another conclusion, “You have a conspiracy.”

I suppressed the flames and embarrassment surging in my heart, and muttered to him, “Yes, I have a conspiracy, a big conspiracy. My conspiracy is to sleep with you, keep sleeping with you, and sleep with you enough.”

I finished speaking, and his brows furrowed again, those beautiful brows almost forming a character for “river” when wrinkled.

He suddenly reached out and touched my forehead, then carefully examined my complexion, and said seriously, “You’re not running a fever, nor are you drunk, so why are you talking nonsense?”

I was frustrated: “Why do you think that my wanting to sleep with you is nonsense and talking nonsense?”

“Because you had no heart, no true feelings, you never had such thoughts about me.”

I opened my mouth to retort, but he said again, “Ask yourself, when was the last time you took the initiative?”

Of course, except for that time when you were set up by the mother and son, but that time was a special case. If it were another man, you might also be so proactive.

“So strictly speaking, from beginning to end, you never took the initiative with me.”

Reynaldo’s tone was calm and steady, but if you listened carefully, there was a hint of resentment in it.

But I thought he was wrong.

The period when we reconciled with each other was truly “eaten” by him.

During that time, I also took the initiative many times.

Forget it, there’s no benefit in arguing with this man.

I forcefully pulled my hand out from under his big palm, pressed it against his chest, and said, “However you want to think, your thoughts are all correct, isn’t that enough?”

Reynaldo’s eyes narrowed coldly, “So, what exactly is your conspiracy?”

“It’s been said, go to sleep.”

Reynaldo snorted coldly, his jaw tightening, clearly disbelieving.