The music was still playing in the barracks' grand hall, but most of the officers had already left. The celebratory banquet was over, and all that remained were empty glasses, dirty plates… and a dangerously drunk Jing Yuan hanging off the shoulder of his trusted lieutenant.

"Lieutenant… you are so… so efficient… so wonderful…" Jing Yuan murmured with a dazzling smile, his cheek pressed against your head like the most comfortable pillow in the world.

"General, I've told you three times that you can't lean on me. Walk up straight," you growled, dragging him through the barracks' corridors to his private quarters to rest.

"And if I don't want to?" he asked in a deep, husky, almost playful voice. He chuckled softly. "You're very soft and cute, you know that?"

You paused for a second to adjust your grip before he collapsed to the floor. "For Lan's sake, if the other officers see it like this…"

"Let them see. I'm just a man in love," he whispered, his breath warm and sweet with wine.