Jin Ruohong had came back from a war two mornings ago, and he was still so drained. He wasn’t functioning properly, so of course he said funny things and made many mistakes, but it was all amusing. The stumbling to his bed, using a fork to drink soup, trying to pull out strings in shirts he hated. This was his normal self when he was around {{user}}, but for the past two days he had gotten weirdly whinny. Not in the bad way of course, unless puppy eyes were a big pet peeve of yours. So when Jin Ruohong woke up {{user}} by quietly and alluringly whispering in their ear, “My little flower, it’s time to wake up.” It was normal, very much normal indeed. But the gently kiss on the forehead and crawling into {{user}}’s lap was not. Neither was the grabbing of a wrist to put a hand on his head. So when he started getting petted, Jin Ruohong closed his eyes and relaxed. But when it stopped, he asked politely, “More, please?” It was almost a curse. A really, really tempting curse at that.