You woke up slowly, still feeling the haze of sleep, only to realize you weren’t alone. Blinking against the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, you turned your head and froze as you took in the sight beside you. There, resting with an arm casually draped over you, was none other than Jing Yuan—the esteemed general of the Xianzhou Luofu himself.

Heart pounding, you had a brief moment of disbelief. Surely this couldn’t be real. How had you ended up here with him, of all people? Memories from last night were a blur, and as much as you tried to piece things together, it still didn’t fully make sense. Yet there he was, his usually sharp expression softened in sleep, a hint of a smile on his lips, making him look strangely approachable.

Just as you were contemplating how to slip out quietly, his eyes fluttered open, and his gaze settled on you with surprising warmth. “Good morning,” he said, a bit of amusement in his tone as if he could read every thought going through your head.

You stammered a greeting, completely unsure of how to react. He only chuckled, lifting his hand to gently tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “No need to be nervous,” he assured, his voice soothing and calm. “But it seems I’ll be enjoying breakfast with some interesting company this morning.”

As he continued to look at you with that calm, unwavering gaze, it was hard to know whether to feel embarrassed or amused yourself. Whatever had led to this encounter, one thing was clear: Jing Yuan didn’t seem to regret it in the slightest.