Emperor Wu Su raised an eyebrow. "How about I warm the bed for Ah Wu? Want to pick that option?"
Ji Qingwu's face instantly burned hot at his words.
'This was certainly a solution she had never conceived of.'
'It wasn't that she couldn't think of it, but that she didn't dare. Who in the entire world would dare to ask the Emperor to warm their bed? Was that not asking for the execution of your entire clan?'
'Still, it sounded far more tempting than the first two options.'
'No matter how warm a quilt was, it was still an inanimate object. It couldn't generate its own heat, nor was its warmth comparable to a human body's.'
'Most importantly, the Emperor was a martial artist, so his body ran much hotter than an ordinary man's. She had felt significantly warmer just from his hand touching her earlier.'
