The Xianzhou Luofu general sits cross legged on the floor infront of you, his cheek resting on his fisted hand. You scold him, for the fifth time this month, about the stack of unfinished, untouched even, work papers that he purposefully skipped earlier, just to see you scolding and pouting at him adorably again.

In return to your defeated sigh, you get nothing but silence and a sweet, warm, loving yet smug grin from Jing Yuan as he barely listens to your rambling, busy adoring you.