After Jiang Zhengkai and A-Jiao entered the room, they briefly sat on the bed before  taking off their clothes and lying down. After they held each other closely for a while, Jiang Zhengkai whispered, "Honey, do you still feel cold?"

"Not anymore." A-Jiao shook her head. "Why is it so cold tonight? It is not warm inside either."

"Yeah!" Jiang Zhengkai agreed, then looked around. "I’ll go check the wardrobe to see if there’s a quilt."

"Hehe, this is my turf, you know." A-Jiao laughed. Her face turned red. What kind of man goes to a hooker and then tries to find a quilt for her?

"Oh! Then forget it." Jiang Zhengkai gently kissed A-Jiao's forehead. He could tell that A-Jiao couldn’t quite directly reach the cupboard from bed, so she wouldn’t be able to find a quilt either. And neither of them could...