At the beginning, you never thought about “having a baby for me.


    So, you suddenly said. “you want to have a third child with me, don’t you think it’s a bit far–fetched?”


    I didn’t quite understand what Reynaldo said.


    What did he mean by this?


    Did you want to have a third child with me, or did you not want to have one with me?


    Ah. I don’t care anymore.


    Whether he is willing or not, I will have a third child with him.


    This idea, like a task that had to bepleted, was deeply rooted in


    the heart.


    “Get drunk and go to sleep, you’re talking nonsense.


    Reynaldo let go of me and, as he got up and left, he couldn’t help but throw a disdainful remark over his shoulder.


    Seeing that he was about to leave, I quickly got out of bed and grabbed him.


    When he turned around, I tiptoed and kissed him on the lips, my hands also fumbling on his abdomen.


    He grunted, twisted my shoulder, pushed me slightly away, d asked me, “What are you doing again?”


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    “I didn’t go crazy.”


    I pulled his pants waist and said to him seriously, “Reynaldo, let’s have a third child in the next life, hurry up.”


    After saying that, I ignored his astonished look, pushed away his hand, hooked my arm around his neck, and kissed him again.


    He looked at me quietly, his eyes dark and suppressed, as if shing through countless emotions.


    But there was none that I understood.


    He was very tall, I was almost “hanging on” him.


    He didn’t move when I saw him.


    I simply pushed him against the wall.


    I went to kiss his lips, kiss his neck and Adam’s apple, kiss his chest…


    His eyes grew heavier, his breathing became somewhat rapid, and his chest rose and fell noticeably.


    His body gradually stiffened, and the breath he exhaled was scorching


    hot.


    I saw that we had kissed enough, so I went to unbutton his pants and my hand slipped into his trousers.


    Then before I even touched him, he grabbed my hand again.


    He stared at me heavily, his voice hoarse, “What do you want to do?”


    I smiled at him and said, “Having a baby, hurry up.”


    He narrowed his eyes slowly, pursed his thin lips into a straight line, furrowed his brows tightly, and looked at me with a serious


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    expression, as if he wanted to see through me.


    I tilted my head and looked at him. “What’s wrong? Don’t you recognize me?”


    “I really didn’t recognize him.”


    He chuckled and then his long arms went through the bend of my legs. lifting me up horizontally.


    I thought he was finally going to have a baby with me.


    But he put me on the bed, covered me with a nket, and then got up and left.


    I quickly grabbed his hand and looked at him pitifully, “Where are you going again? Hurry up and have a baby.”


    Reynaldo turned back and stared at me for a few seconds, saying, “Come find me when you’re sober.


    With that, he broke free from my hand, walked out quickly, and even hurried to turn off the light for me.


    The moment the door was closed, the room also darkened.


    Iy in bed, blinked twice, and thought to myself, “Reynaldo doesn’t want to have a third child with me, what should I do?”


    After Reynaldo left, my head waspletely turned into a mess.


    In a few seconds, I fell into a deep sleep.


    Waking up again, I didn’t know what time it was, and the room was brightly lit.


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