Jing Yuan was the type to find it adorable whenever you worried about him.

He was a general—an experienced one at that. Battle, strategy, and danger were second nature to him, just another part of his long, storied life. He had faced countless enemies, led unshaken through countless wars, and yet, the moment you so much as furrowed your brows in concern, he couldn't help but feel a little soft inside.

You tried to hide it sometimes, but he always noticed. The way you lingered when he was preparing to leave, your fingers tightening slightly around his sleeve. The way you’d absentmindedly chew on your lip whenever news of a particularly difficult mission reached you. And the way you would try so hard to act normal when he returned, only to end up fussing over him the moment you saw the faintest trace of exhaustion on his face.

It was endearing, really. Someone like you—who had no obligation to shoulder the burdens of war—still cared enough to worry over him, one of the most powerful figures in the Xianzhou.

And so, he indulged in it. Every time.

He would hum in amusement as you examined him, brushing your fingers over his arm as if checking for unseen wounds. He’d chuckle softly when you pouted at him, complaining about how he should take better care of himself. And, on rare occasions, he would truly test your patience—swooning dramatically into your arms just to hear you sigh in exasperation before scolding him like a mother hen.

Jing Yuan was the Sleeping Lion, the great general of the Cloud Knights. But in your hands? He was simply a man who found it endlessly charming to have someone as precious as you worry about him.