mu qing would never admit it out loud but he loves the slow mornings when he gets to wake up in feng xin’s embrace and just listen to the steady beating of his heart and look at his (infuriatingly handsome) face until feng xin, too, wakes up.

they lay in bed for at least half an hour, just talking about their plans for the day and kissing, before feng xin eventually gets up to make breakfast for mu qing and himself. mq gets ready in the meantime; sometimes he asks feng xin to help him pick out an outfit, and sometimes he wears a piece of clothing that makes feng xin suck in a sharp breath and blush like crazy the moment mq steps into the kitchen—like a shirt with an open back, a crop top or ripped jeans. mu qing knows exactly what kind of thoughts go through feng xin’s head at that moment, and he loves that he’s the only person who can make feng xin feel so flustered.

mu qing: why have you been so sad lately?

feng xin: i’m going on a mission :(

mq: and….?

fx: i won’t be able to touch your waist for a whole month :(

(mu qing immediately blushes furiously)

what if one day mu qing comes back severely injured from a mission in the mortal realm and he collapses before he can even step through the doors of his palace… it quickly turns out that he’s been cursed, and nobody really knows how to help him.

his spiritual power is almost gone, slipping out of mu qing’s body with every shallow breath and never replenishing itself. he’s badly injured, but the wounds don’t heal—they keep bleeding long after the attack. his deputies carried his body to his private chamber after he had fainted, but he’s yet to regain consciousness.

nobody knows what the curse is or how to break it. nobody has ever seen anything like this before.

feng xin shows up at the xuan zhen palace as soon as he finds out about the curse, even though it earns him furious gazes from mu qing’s deputies. he knows they’re just being protective of their general, so he doesn’t really mind.