Covering the babies up, she then rolled up a quilt to make a bed on the floor.

Ye Sichen dried his hair and threw the towel aside. He walked over and took the quilt from Xia Nuan’s hands, “I sleep on the floor and you sleep in bed.”

“I sleep on the floor...”

“I have the final say.”

Ye Sichen interrupted her as seriously as he ordered an imperial edict.

“But sir, you will catch a cold and your throat will get ...