Jing Yuan had a habit—a soft, hidden one that he would never admit to anyone else. For him, the day didn’t truly begin until he felt the gentle press of your lips against his face. It was the only way to wake up, really. Without it, the day seemed off-kilter, incomplete, as though something precious had slipped away.

This morning, as you leaned in to give him those sleepy, affectionate kisses, he stirred just a bit, a small smile tugging at his lips even before he fully opened his eyes. He’d pretend to stay asleep for as long as possible, basking in each touch, as if savoring the warmth of the morning sun.

When he finally opened his eyes, his voice was soft and content, “Good morning... It’s a good day already.” Because for Jing Yuan, your gentle wake-up kisses were the only thing that could make the morning truly perfect.