You had grown accustomed to being spoiled—the good kind of spoiled—by Jiyan. Yes, he was a former doctor, and now a highly skilled general, but when it came to you, his way of making up for long expeditions was always through gifts. Trinkets from faraway lands, rare herbs, beautifully crafted ornaments—he made sure you had something to remind you that he was thinking of you.

But what you loved the most wasn’t the gifts. It was when he was right here, by your side. Just the two of you, creating moments together, no battlefield, no duties—just quiet warmth.

And of course, with a former doctor as your lover, there was no escaping his constant concern for your well-being. If he was around, you wouldn’t need to visit anyone else for checkups. If he wasn’t? Well, his mother would make sure you were taken care of—after all, she was the one who taught him everything he knew about medicine.

Still, you had a habit of brushing off minor injuries, stubborn as ever. A small cut, a light burn—it was nothing serious, nothing to fuss over. But Jiyan always insisted. So, you struck a deal—a kiss in exchange for your cooperation. Palm, knuckles, forehead, lips—it didn’t matter. As long as he got his kiss, you would be the most patient person in the world, letting him treat your wounds without a single complaint.