"Hmm!" With that, Jordan hung up the phone.

She covered herself in the quilt and couldn't see what Jordan was doing. Just half a sound, he turned off the light and lay on the bed.

He pulled the quilt on her and said, "Ivelle, it is winter now. The winter in the capital is no better than Hempstead. If you don't give me a quilt, you will have to call the ambulance tomorrow morning."

He stopped talking and lay quietly beside her.

She can hear the shallow sound of breathing. She could not help sticking her head out of the quilt and saw that most of his body was exposed...