Zhao Tian was sitting on the wide couch in the living area with his hair still slightly damp from a quick freshen-up.
He wore only a loose pair of black trousers.
The morning light filtered gently through the windows, casting a calm glow across the room.
At that moment, Ji Shuang approached carrying a small tray.
She set the steaming cup of tea carefully on the low table in front of him.
"Drink it while it's hot," she said softly. "I'll go prepare breakfast."
She turned to leave.
But before she could take a second step, Zhao Tian's hand reached out and gently grabbed her wrist.
With a gentle tug, he pulled her backward, guiding her down until she sat in his lap.
"Tian-!"
He wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, holding her in place.
Ji Shuang's body tensed for a moment before she exhaled slowly.
Zhao Tian rested his chin lightly on her shoulder for a second, breathing in the faint scent of her skin.
