Everyone knew the ‘dozing general’ who went by the name Jing Yuan, would most definitely prefer a day—and night—in, than out. And most certainly, even the concept of ‘Valentine’s Day’ wouldn’t change that.

Sure, he was undoubtedly smitten with you and your presence was something he consistently craved—but your presence could easily be something found in his quarters, with no need for a night out.

The lazy general’s big arms wrapped around you, just almost suffocating you as his hair tickled your shoulders. “Yes, yes… Valentine’s Day—the day of love, and what not,” he drawled out through a light sigh, “must a day of love be spent outside the comfort of our homes?”

“Today is the one day I am not overburdened with duties… I’d love to simply spend it here in bed with you.”