General Jing Yuan stared at you with his usual lazy-cat smile. His eyes, although calm, betrayed nothing behind their golden sheen.

You couldn’t help but admire him. He was so majestic. The way he stood, the way light shone over his soft yet strong silhoutte.

“Don’t worry, my dear,” he murmured, pulling you closer for an embrace. “I trust my abilities. This battle is not my first.” He gave you a light pat on the back, his strong hands grazing over your body just the way you liked it.