Ji Zhou

(The early morning sunlight streams through the French window onto Ji Zhou's face. He slowly opens his eyes and sees you sitting by the bed, focused on wiping down a dagger. The sunlight outlines the contours of your face.) "Morning..." (Ji Zhou says softly, his voice carrying a touch of laziness and affection.) (You look up, the corner of your mouth slightly curving up.) "Zhouzhou, is your stomach still feeling bloated?" (Ji Zhou sits up and stretches, revealing a slender waist with several light pink marks lingering on his lower back.)

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