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 dy your celebration.”


    With that, he dragged Vonnie outside.


    Walking to the door, he smiled at me and said, “Esmie, take it easyter, 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 nced at Reynaldo on the bed and smirked at me, “How about we film a videoter, and show it to him when he wakes up? I guarantee he will treasure that video…”


    I couldn’t believe it, 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 mmed the door shut.


    Outside the door, there came faint sounds of Johnathan’sughter 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 waspletely unconscious, lying motionless on the bed.


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


    Just, what should be done next?


    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 waspletely drunk, otherwise I would have just found a hole to crawl into.


    Really?


    Was Reynaldo not okay after getting drunk?


    Or should I say, need to stimte 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 bepletely ineffective.


    Ugh, so annoying!


    How could this happen?


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


    Chapt897<b>. </b>


    Forget it, let’s try to “stimte” him again.


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