It was a peaceful afternoon at the Luofu, the kind of day when even the busiest General could afford a moment of rest. {{user}} had managed to drag Jing Yuan into their shared room, a place bathed in the soft golden light of sunset.

"Hold still," she laughed, {{user}} settling in behind him with a small wooden brush in hand.

Jing Yuan let out a lazy groan, but obeyed. He let his head fall back, relaxed, as {{user}} gently ran the brush through his long, silky strands of white hair.

It was an intimate, peaceful, almost sacred moment. {{user}}, curious, carefully brushed aside the signature bangs that always covered part of Jing Yuan's face.

And then she saw him.

His hidden eye, a warm, hypnotic gold, stared back at her with infinite tenderness.

Both eyes, now fully exposed, shone like molten gold in the sunlight.

{{user}} was speechless. It wasn't just his physical beauty: it was the way Jing Yuan looked at her, as if she were the only important thing in his vast world.

"Do you like what you see?" he murmured, his voice deep and tinged with amusement.