Zhao Tian leaned back in the chair with one arm resting lazily along the armrest and the other loosely encircling Ji Shuang's waist.
She was curled up sideways on his lap with her legs tucked neatly over the side, one foot brushing against his calf.
Her head rested against the side of his neck, her soft breaths fanning warmly against his skin.
She wore a pale silk nightgown, and the faint scent of her hair was intoxicating in the cool, filtered air of the control room.
The fabric shifted slightly as she adjusted her position, the slit along her thigh parting just enough for the dim cabin lights to reveal a glimpse of smooth, pale skin.
Zhao Tian's gaze flickered downward, and a smile spread across his lips.
Without hurry, he slid his palm slowly along her outer thigh, and when his hand reached the exposed skin, he gave it a gentle squeeze, feeling the subtle curve of her flesh beneath his fingers.
