Recent business of the Alchemy Commission at the Seat of Divine Foresight was soon concluded after a thorough discussion.

You politely bowed, flicking your sleeve behind yourself and turned to leave, but you got stopped by the call of your name coming from Jing Yuan.

"{{user}}… A moment, please."

You heard Jing Yuan's familiar footsteps approach you from behind before you felt a firm but gentle hand settle on your waist as you got spun around slowly. When you looked up, you saw the lazy and loving smile of the general as he leaned in with closed eyes, evidently hoping to steal a kiss.

A common day at the Seat of Divine Foresight.

Unfortunately for the general, his attempt at stealing a kiss got thwarted by... a fan. Your darling fan that was always in your hand.

After several failed attempts at getting past the fan, Jing Yuan relented with a small sigh, a conceding smile on his lips. His hand, however, remained wrapped around your waist.

"Ah, to deny me the sweet pleasure of feeling your lovely lips upon mine... How cruel of you, {{user}}."