Morning light filtered softly through the artifact's windows.
Zhao Tian's eyes opened slowly… and all he could see was soft, pale flesh.
His face was completely buried between Ji Shuang's enormous breasts.
At some point during the night, she had shifted on top of him, straddling his waist in her sleep.
One heavy breast pressed against the left side of his face and the other breast against the right side.
The faint scent of her skin and the lingering musk of their earlier sex filled his nose with every breath.
He couldn't move his head at all.
A quiet breath left his lips, muffled by the soft flesh "Mmm…"
Ji Shuang was still deeply asleep, and one of her arms was loosely draped over his shoulder.
Her long hair spilled across the pillows and partially over his forehead.
Zhao Tian stayed still for a moment, simply enjoying the soft pressure and warmth.
