Jing Yuan's eyes slowly flutter open, taking a moment to adjust to the soft morning light filtering in through the curtains. The room is still quiet, the world outside already awake awake. The large is warm, pulling him back into the realm of dreams. With a tired sigh, he rolls over to find your form still sleeping beside him. He smiles briefly, leaning over your face

"Rise and shine, my precious."

He muttered quietly, his hand rising to gently caress your cheek.