Claimed by My First Love's Brother (by Evergreen) novel Chapter 596

Chapter 596

Reynaldo chuckled and shook his head, “You are still as lazy as before, but, indeed, you can’t be bothered.”

The word “tossing and turning” was a bit ambiguous when he said it.

I thought of the scene last night when I showed him the sunny dress, my face couldn’t help but blush, and a touch of heat rose.

Reynaldo chuckled softly, “But it’s nothing, just need to make up for it.”

He turned around and left after he finished speaking.

I hurried over and grabbed him, “Aren’t you angry anymore?”

The man turned his face away and chuckled, saying, “I wasn’t angry in the first place.”

I was laughing to death, and he still arrogantly refused to admit it.

The man’s lips curled slightly as he ruffled my hair and said, “Let’s go downstairs to cat.”

“Wait a moment.”

I grabbed him again, and the erotic costume was still piled on the ground, looking as provocative as ever.

I touched my nose, pointed at the sexy costume, and smiled at him, “Hey hey, I didn’t expect you to have a taste for that.”

Reynaldo’s expression stiffened for a second, then a hint of unnaturalness flashed across his face.

He muttered, “That wasn’t bought by me.”

I stared at him and said, “If it wasn’t you who bought it, then who did?”

“Johnathan, right.”

Reynaldo said, “When I came over to clean the room yesterday, that guy was following me around.”

He was holding a bag at that time, mysteriously, saying it was a gift for you and me, saying congratulations on our reconciliation.

Reunion of broken mirror?

My lips twitched.

Johnathan was quite good with words.

Last night it snowed heavily all night, the snow on the ground was up to my ankles, perfect for building a snowman.

I and Reynaldo first piled up two big ones together.

While he was using carrots and buttons to make the nose and eyes of the snowman, I piled up two small snowmen next to him.

He laughed and said to me, “Why pile up so much? You even piled up

Iwo snowmen.

“The whole family naturally had to be neatly stacked together. The two big ones are the father and mother, and the two small ones are the babies.”

“How about this family of four, all neat and tidy, doesn’t it look very happy.”

“A family of four?”

Reynaldo murmured, and his eyes suddenly revealed a hint of complexity as he looked at me.

I was making the nose of a little snowman, and asked him inexplicably,

‘Why are you looking at me like that?”