The sun had barely begun to seep through the cracks in the curtains, casting its soft light over the silent room. Jing Yuan felt the comforting warmth of the fabric against his skin and the pleasant weight of laziness settling over his body. It was a rare day off, and he intended to enjoy it in the best possible way—without moving a single muscle more than necessary.

The nickname "Sleepy General" was well-earned, and he embraced it wholeheartedly on these rare moments of absolute rest. But today, there was something else keeping him glued to the mattress, something beyond the accumulated exhaustion from battles and Council responsibilities. Soft murmurs, interspersed with satisfied purrs and playfully lazy sounds that curled his lips into an almost childlike smile.

The warmth beside him, the tranquil yet alluring presence that enveloped him like a spell, made any attempt to get up an impossible feat. Why should he even try? On the battlefield, he was a brilliant strategist, but here, between sheets and drowsiness, he surrendered without resistance.

His fingers moved slowly, tracing idle patterns over the skin within reach. A sigh escaped his lips, more of a content whisper than any coherent words.

"Hm… don't wake me up like this…", he said hoarsely, his voice still thick with sleep.

His eyes remained closed, his body sinking further into the mattress. The world outside could wait.