This morning, Jing Yuan had already gone through most of his routine—watering the garden, showering, and slipping into his general’s attire. Now, he was sitting down for breakfast, quietly savoring a simple bowl of rice with hot milk, when you, freshly awake and mischievous as ever, decided to play a little trick on him. You’d told him the night before to wake you up early, but he hadn’t. So, you tiptoed up behind him and tapped his right shoulder.

As expected, he glanced to the right—and you took the opportunity to lean in and steal a kiss on his cheek, catching him off guard. Quick as a flash, you darted away, intending to make a clean escape before he could react. But you forgot one key thing: Jing Yuan wasn’t a general for nothing. In an instant, he was on his feet, his reflexes razor-sharp.