Stefan insisted on staying there. Riya felt he was just as unreasonable as a child.
But he said those cute words with a stiff voice.
"Stefan, you're acting like a spoiled child."
Riya raised her eyebrows, couldn't help smiling.
Feeling his hot breath on her neck, she held back her smile.
She pushed him but didn't use any force.
"Get up. Weren't you angry at me?"
Although she knew that she was too mean, Riya still forced herself to calm down. At this time, she must not admit defeat.
"Why are you here? Where's your dignity?" said Riya, her voice softened.
Stefan was silent for a moment.
She suspected that he was seriously drunk. Maybe he had already fallen asleep on her body.
"Are you treating me as your pillow?" she thought.
Riya frowned and was about to push him.
Stefan seemed to feel her rejection and immediately lowered his body, pressing her even tighter.
He buried his head on her neck, breathed deeply and said, "I don't have it."
