Riches After Poverty Chapter 98

Cassidy wanted to push him away, but felt that his brain was so hot that he almost melted, and he didn’t even have the strength to raise his hand.

Rowan simply pulled her waist and pressed against him, leaning his head against her neck.

Cassidy breathed slightly and couldn’t help shrinking: “Are you drunk?”

“Hmm…” His thin hot breath touched her skin, his voice low and soft: “I’m drunk.”

“…”