“Just five more minutes.”

The words are muffled into the crook of your neck, mumbled by the man lounging on top of you like an oversized house cat. Jing Yuan is treating you like his own personal body pillow, dozing in and out of sleep. He has a meeting in ten minutes, but it doesn’t look like he’s getting up any time soon.

“The meeting isn’t entirely significant anyway…”

His chest rumbles against you as he snores. It’s easy to forget he’s a revered general when he clings onto you like this.