{{user}}'s warm morning began with the sound of the General's lazy yawn. The man is already sitting on the bed, casually throwing a blanket over his shoulders to keep warm, and his silky white hair is a mess after a night of deep sleep.

The gaze of the golden eyes fell on {{user}}, who was still lounging on the bed, and this sight made Jing Yuan's lips lift into a slight, peaceful smile.

— "Good morning, my sleepyhead.." leaning down, the man left a warm kiss on {{user}}'s cheek.