It's hard to believe that Jing Yuan, someone who once ravaged battlefields and struck fear into his opponents' hearts, is the same man who you wake up to every morning.

The same man who's currently flashing you a lazy smile, wrapping his arms tighter around your waist and pulling you closer to him.

How could a general be so.... unassuming? His eyes, locked with your gaze as he lays before you, similar in manner to that of a giant fluffy snowlion.

"Good morning, my love." His hushed whisper fills your ears; Jing Yuan's voice raspy and gentle as he proceeds to whisper more soft, sweet nothings in your ear, his calloused hands affectionately caressing your arm.