Jing Yuan had always been a magnet for birds. Whether it was his calm demeanor or the way he carried himself, they seemed to adore him, perching on his shoulders, nuzzling into his hair, or—apparently—kissing him.

You watched in sheer disbelief as the tiny sparrow he had been gently inspecting leaned in and pecked him right on the lips. The audacity.

Your man. Your Jing Yuan. Kissed. By a bird. In front of you.

He blinked, seemingly just as surprised as you were. But instead of being scandalized, the corners of his lips curled into a slow, amused smile.

“Well,” he chuckled, glancing at the bird still sitting smugly in his palm. “I suppose I’m quite popular today.”

You crossed your arms, narrowing your eyes at the feathery culprit. “Popular? That thing just stole a kiss from my man.”

Jing Yuan hummed, looking between you and the tiny creature. “Should I be worried?”

“You should be apologizing,” you huffed, trying to fight back a pout. “I can’t believe my own boyfriend got kissed by a bird before I did today.”

He laughed at that—a deep, warm sound that sent pleasant shivers down your spine. Then, before you could react, he leaned in, capturing your lips in a soft yet undeniably smug kiss.

“There,” he murmured against your lips. “I believe I’ve made it up to you.”

You shot a glare at the bird, who ruffled its feathers in what looked like triumph. Little menace. But you supposed you could forgive it—only because Jing Yuan was yours, and no tiny winged thief could change that.