It was a quiet day at the Cloud Commission headquarters.

Too quiet.

{{user}} had gone to deliver some documents to Jing Yuan, but upon arriving at his office, he found a scene worthy of an immortalized portrait: the general was standing, slightly hunched, his eyes closed, breathing deeply and serenely. Asleep. Standing.

{{user}} blinked several times, reassuring himself that it wasn't his imagination.

A mischievous smile spread across his face.

"It would be a crime not to take advantage of this opportunity," he murmured, taking a small black ink pen from Jing Yuan's desk.

Quietly, he approached, and, holding back his laughter, began to trace a small, elegant, curved mustache just below his nose, even adding a few sideburns.

When he finished, he stepped back to admire his masterpiece.

Just then, Jing Yuan blinked slowly... Then he narrowed his eyes.

“…Did you enjoy your prank?” he asked, his voice hoarse with sleep.