Chapter 891

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After a while, he chuckled and sneered, “Stop trying to provoke me. who’s afraid of you?”
With that, he took out a cigarette, bit it between his lips, lowered his eyes, and lit it, looking lazy.
I pursed my lips, holding a glass of wine, and approached him again.
This time he didn’t push me away again.
I quickly leaned in to his ear and whispered softly, “Actually, I still think your abs, Mr. Humphrey, are the best looking.”
Reynaldo’s breathing paused noticeably, and his body also stiffened slightly.
He glanced at me sideways.
Such a close distance, I could feel his scorching breath and the fiery darkness in his eyes.
It was me who flirted with him, but at this moment, it was me whose cheeks were flushed and whose heart was beating fast.
I steadied my mind and brought the wine to his lips, whispering. “Drinking with those male models is actually meaningless, I still want to drink with you.”
Saying that, I put my arm around his shoulder and slowly fed the wine in my hand into his mouth.
He actually cooperated and drank the whole glass of wine.
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Sure enough, this man had to rely on coaxing.
After finishing his drink, he suddenly turned his face away and took a pull of his cigarette, not looking at me for a long time.
But I was surprised to find that the tips of his cars were a little red.
Oh my god, in the past it was Reynaldo who besieged me. domineeringly seduced me, I didn’t know that this man was so bad at flirting,
Looking at it this way, “saying things that he likes to hear was very beneficial to him.”
I quickly seized the opportunity and brought another glass of wine.
“Actually. I just touched the abs of those male models earlier, but to be honest, none of them feel as good as yours.”
Reynaldo snorted coldly at this moment, still not looking at me, nor saying anything.
He estimated in his heart that my words must have been a compliment to him.
Actually, this was not really a compliment to him, his abs were really not bad to touch.
However, this man, although he thought I was complimenting him, it cannot be denied that he really enjoyed hearing me say these words.
Look, although he snorted coldly, he didn’t make me shut up.
If he didn’t like to listen, he would have shut me up and kicked me out.
I brought the second glass of wine to his lips and whispered softly, “I used to think that male models‘ abs were the best, but today you
showed me so many top–notch male models, I understand now that your abs are the best.”
Saying that. I fed the second cup of wine into his mouth.
He drank the glass of wine clean again in cooperation.
I was delighted and quickly picked up the third cup of wine to bring it to his lips, my hand resting on his abdomen.
He suddenly grabbed my hand and said in a deep voice, “If the fire is lit. will you be responsible for putting it out?”
I was stunned for a moment, then managed to blurt out, “…okay, sure.”
I actually didn’t think about flirting with him like that.
After all. I couldn’t flirt when I was sober.
Maybe it was in the ambiguous lighting and atmosphere of the private room that I dared to be so bold, and didn’t feel that awkward.
But he didn’t say anything, it was fine. Suddenly he said. “I was so embarrassed that I almost bit my tongue.”