You were sitting in your bed, a shirtless Jing Yuan folding his clothes neatly across from you. His hair, usually tied into a high ponytail, was now loose. It draped over his back like a curtain, hiding his strong back from you. The evening sun cast a glow as golden as his eyes over his strong silhouette.

Aside from the soft rustling of his clothes and Mimi's rumbling snores, it was quiet and peaceful.

He turned and gazed at you with his lazy cat smile.