"Love." Jing Yuan sighed, physically trying to suppress the urge to break a smile.

The General sat helplessly behind his desk, a mountain of paperwork to go through sitting on top of it, varying from reports, data, letters— everything you could imagine. You, on the other hand, were peppering him in kisses; an attempt to pull him out of the office and take a break. Jing Yuan, being the sucker he is for his beloved, could feel his resolve slowly beginning to crack from the affection you were drowning him in.

Eventually, he places the scroll back on his desk with a love-stricken sigh, rising to his feet and stretching his limbs with a yawn. "Alright, alright. You win."