Zhou Luchen put down the remote control, a cigarette dangling from his lips as he watched her.
She was wrapped in pure white cotton shapewear. She couldn't zip it up, and most of her upper back was exposed, trembling slightly.
"Be gentle, my skin is tender," she said.
Zhou Luchen reached out, grasped the small metal zipper pull, and with a ZZZT, his warm fingertips brushed against that snowy patch of her back, as soft and delicate as feathers.
What kind of feeling was that, exactly? Zhou Luchen hadn't paid attention before. It wasn't the first time he had unzipped her dress, but it was the first time he was zipping it up for her.
She shivered slightly, ticklish.
Zhou Luchen's lips curved into a smile. The cigarette in his mouth moved with them, and the accumulated ash accidentally fell onto her bare back.
The residual heat stung her, making her shiver and let out a soft hiss.