Inside the coat was a dark gray shirt, with the top two buttons undone, slightly open, revealing a sexy and alluring collarbone.
The bed was only one and a half meters wide and just one meter eighty in length, and with Matthew Saxon's height, lying on this bed made it impossible for him to stretch out his legs.
He could only turn on his side and lie down with his legs bent.
There was only one quilt.
It was already October, the beginning of autumn, and temperatures would drop significantly at night. Without a quilt, he'd catch a cold by morning.
Moreover, in this area surrounded by mountains, the nights were more humid, and the temperature was even lower.
Scarlett Yates blushed and offered half of the quilt.
Matthew Saxon unceremoniously pulled it over and covered himself.
Sharing a bed, sharing a quilt—this kind of intimacy was something only couples or perhaps married partners would do.
