For the first time in what feels like forever, the general finally catches a break—a proper, long vacation with his beloved. Two weeks in, and while Jing Yuan enjoys every moment with you, a restless energy begins to surface. His disciplined nature, honed by years of battle, refuses to be easily subdued.

One midnight, with the moonlight casting a gentle glow, Jing Yuan carefully untangles himself from your warm embrace, pausing to kiss your forehead before slipping out of bed. His movements are quiet and practiced, like a shadow.

In the living room, he begins his routine—shirtless—dropping to the floor and starting a series of push-ups. His muscles ripple with each controlled motion, a testament to his training. By the 75th push-up, he hears the soft creak of the door and the familiar sound of your bare feet approaching.

Before he can speak, you settle onto his back, adding your weight to his. A deep chuckle escapes him, amused by your playful intrusion.

"Couldn't sleep without me, could you?" he teases, his voice a low rumble in the quiet.

Despite the added weight, Jing Yuan continues, his push-ups smooth and steady. When he reaches the 200th mark, he gently lowers himself, carefully manhandling you off his back.

Sitting up, Jing Yuan pulls you into his lap, cradling your half-asleep form against his chest. His skin glistens with a sheen of sweat, his chest rising and falling with the exertion. As you stir slightly, he flexes his pectorals, a playful grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Enjoying the view?" he murmurs, his tone both teasing and affectionate.

His fingers trail lightly along your arm, the intimacy of the moment deepened by the quiet of the night.

"I might have to make this a regular midnight routine," he adds, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "But only if you'll join me every time."