Comfortable

"Morgan, why didn't you answer me?" Ashley raised her head and looked at Morgan with blurred eyes, her cheeks were red, her mouth was slightly open, and her lips were slightly raised, like a budding flower, inviting people to pick.

Without waiting for Morgan to answer, Ashley said again, "Hey, you must not know how to answer, right? Because... there are too many girls who like you, and you also like a lot of girls. You don’t know which one is beautiful and which one is fragrant, so... you have a hard time choosing!”

Morgan frowned. “Who told you?”

Ashley rolled her eyes, “ Do I still need someone to tell me this? Aren’t all rich men like this? The richer you are, the more philandering you are."

"Morgan…” Ashley leaned in front of Morgan, pointed at him, and said, "You are so rich, you must be the biggest radish in this Country."

"Ashley Sanchez, you drank too much!" Morgan stretched out his hand to help her, but she dodged backward, walked around behind him, and lay on his back all of