Ji Shuang's body stiffened, her mind racing as her purple eyes fluttered open.
She had been faking sleep moments earlier, thinking he would quietly leave after ensuring she was comfortable.
But now, feeling the steady weight of his arm around her and the warmth of his breath on her neck, her heart began to race.
'I-I am not your Master, Zhao Tian...' she thought, biting her lip to suppress the small gasp that threatened to escape.
Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson as she lay there, torn between pulling away and staying still.
'W-What should I do? Should I wake him up? I think he misunderstood me for Jing'er.'
The faint tickle of his breath against her neck sent shivers down her spine, her usually composed demeanor crumbling under the intimacy of the moment. 'I am your Sect Master,'
Gathering her courage, she turned her head slightly, her purple eyes meeting his half-lidded gaze. "Zhao Tian..." she whispered.
