He slipped into the room in a flash, and of course, he didn't forget to close the door behind him.

"Tell me, what is your plan?"

Seeing that Joey had already come in, Catherine got straight to the point and asked.

But the moment Joey walked in, he felt like the sky had fallen.

Why did you get under the covers?

He didn't answer Catherine's question, but instead asked her one.

The beautiful scenery suddenly disappeared, causing a great sense of loss and making it hard not to be sad.

"It's winter now, so it's bound to be a bit cold outside!"

Catherine leaned against the headboard, her bent knees pushing the blanket high up, her hands gripping the edges of the blanket to cover her entire body.

(Oh, what does that mean? Does it mean I'm cold standing outside? Catherine, you've finally figured it out!)

Joey smiled and began to undress.

What are you doing?

Seeing Joey undressing, Catherine immediately tensed up, unconsciously tightening her grip on the bedsheet.

"Didn't you say it was too cold outside and told me to go to bed?"

Joey looked completely innocent; he was a self-aware person and wouldn't bother others to remind him of such things.

"Get out of here!"

Catherine was immediately enraged and grabbed something from the bed and threw it at him.

Snap!

A bra hit Joey in the face.

"Ah, it smells so good!"

Joey didn't even need to open his eyes; he could tell what was on his face just by smelling it.

Lady Catherine is such a hypocrite!

He took a deep, greedy breath, and Catherine's unique fragrance was unmistakably revealed, though perhaps due to her long period of exile, the smell of sweat on her skin was also quite strong.

However, Joey doesn't care at all, which just proves that this is the real deal.