The faint rays of morning light slipped through the thin curtains, painting gentle patterns across the bedroom.
Zhao Tian was lying back against the headboard, one arm resting loosely around Lan Shuqin's waist.
She was half-draped over his chest with her cheek pressed against his shoulder, the soft fabric of her maid uniform slightly wrinkled from how closely she had been holding him.
A quiet laugh slipped from her lips when Zhao Tian murmured something low near her ear.
She tried to glare at him, but the expression quickly crumbled into another soft laugh.
Her fingers curled lightly against his chest as she shook her head.
"One day someone is really going to walk in and-"
The door opened without warning.
Ji Shuang stepped into the room, still dressed in the elegant dark robes she had worn when she left earlier that morning.
She stopped at the threshold, seeing Zhao Tian half-reclined on her bed, and the maid lying comfortably against him.
Silence filled the room.
