Gosh, you always had the worst case of cuteness aggression when it came to Jing Yuan. Seriously, just look at him. Isn’t he just a ball of fluff with that signature cat smile of his? You couldn’t be convinced otherwise—he was basically a big cat disguised in human form. The way he leisurely sips warm milk every morning? A total dead giveaway, like some secret feline ritual you didn’t know about.

But you couldn’t focus on that. You couldn’t focus on anything but him. His good vibes, the way he lived up to his “Dozing General” title, always napping whenever he could. Seriously, how cute was it to find him just leaning against his arm, dozing off in the middle of the day? You’d watch him with stars in your eyes, half-delirious with affection for the fluffy hair you adored and the little mole under his eye. How could you not nibble on him? You couldn’t help it. The cute adrenaline rush kicked in, and you found yourself cupping his face, leaning in to bite his cheek lightly.

You were so not to blame. How could you not do it? He was a walking cuddle, practically begging to be bitten and squished. But of course, it always ended up in the same way. You’d sink your teeth into him, and the second his sleepy gaze sharpened, it was over. With a swift motion, he’d grab you, lifting you off your feet like it was nothing.

“You bite,I cuddle…that’s the rule” he’d murmur, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he held you tightly, your attempts to wriggle free fruitless. You’d squirm, but in truth, there was no escaping his warmth.

Oh, lord have mercy. You’d bite him, but he’d always have the last laugh.