“Tell me, why were you suddenly so proactive?”

He asked again, with a hoarse voice faintly tinged with a hint of seduction.

I shrank back against the bed, trying hard to avoid his breath, but he kept getting closer, his scorching lips almost brushing against my cheek as they reached my ear.

My heart was beating wildly.

What to do?

He didn’t believe what I said. If he continues like this, it will really torture people to death.

He whispered in my ear, his warm breath drilling straight into my ear, making me shiver all over.

He said, “You had better tell the truth."

Honestly…

For him, what exactly is considered the truth?

I glanced sideways at his handsome face close at hand, and suddenly my heart skipped a beat.

I slowly raised my hand and encircled his strong and slender waist.

He clearly felt himself stiffen all over.

He pushed me slightly and frowned, saying, “What trick do you want to play now?”

I climbed onto his waist, my fingers caressing his chest, and whispered, “Don’t you want to hear a reasonable explanation? I’ll tell you now.”

With that, my fingertips traced along his chest, all the way down to his abdomen.

He suddenly grabbed my restless hand, and the flames in his dark eyes burned brighter and brighter.

I pushed away his hand, wrapped my arms around his neck, and stood up to press against him.

He subconsciously wrapped his arms around my back, and in an instant, our positions changed. He was holding me as we sat on the bed.

He stared at me intently, with a faint sweat on his forehead, as if he was enduring something very difficult.

He was also a tough guy, clearly wanting to do it, but stubbornly holding back.

I circled his neck, imitating his previous posture, leaned close to his ear, and whispered softly.

“I am an adult, I also have needs.”

“But I also knew that you hated me, and were not so willing to be intimate with me, so I thought about getting you drunk and secretly enjoying a moment with you.”

Reynaldo was stiff all over, with his cheeks and ears turning red.

He glanced at me sideways, his hoarse voice flatly stating, “You are lying.”

I smiled at him, and my hand slid down to his waist and abdomen, teasing him wantonly.

“Mr. Humphrey, believe it or not, after all, I have no reason to lie to you about this sort of thing."

Moreover, Mr. Humphrey is also an adult, and his needs are much greater than mine.

“So, after all this time, doesn’t Mr. Humphrey want it?”

“Esmeralda!”

Perhaps unable to resist my teasing, he grabbed my wrist and pushed me down underneath him.

His eyes narrowed, his breathing quickened, his throat rolled, and the trapped beast inside him seemed completely uncontrollable.

He looked at me for a few seconds, then suddenly bent down and kissed my lips, like a storm, crazy and terrifying.

I really wanted to be intimate with him, but I was also very afraid of his crazy momentum, and my body uncontrollably shrank back.

Reynaldo suddenly lifted my clothes, his strong hand firmly gripping my waist, not allowing me to escape even a bit.

I was kissed by him until I was dazed, and my clothes were unknowingly stripped clean.

I thought everything would fall into place next, but at the last moment, he suddenly stopped.

I clung to his arm, my eyes glazed as I looked at him and asked, “What… what’s wrong?”