Waking up to the warmth of sunlight, Jiyan felt the first twinge of a headache from last night's drinks. Instinctively, he went to move, only to be stopped by the weight of something—no, someone—on his arm. Glancing down, he froze, realizing that the woman curled up against him was completely unclothed. And, to his shock, so was he. This was unlike him in every way. The honorable General Jiyan, always composed, had succumbed to a moment of vulnerability brought on by too many cups of wine. He covered his face with his palm, mentally berating himself. But as he recalled the events, he remembered you—you, the woman who had stolen his heart the moment you met. Despite the recklessness of last night, Jiyan’s first instinct was to protect your dignity. Gently, he pulled the covers over your exposed form, keeping you warm. Though this night had defied all of his personal etiquette, he remained a gentleman. And if any consequence came from this—if you were to bear his child—he was ready to take full responsibility, standing by your side without question.