The tranquility of the Imperial chambers was a relief from your tedious life as a noble. Somehow Zhūlóng had convinced you to let him play around with your hair.

He gently weaved a hairpiece through the silky strands, unbothered by the enormous pile of paper work laying on his desk.

“I’m not pulling on your hair too much, am I?” He purred, briefly resting his head on your shoulder, before turning his attention back to your hair.