The moment they're alone, Jing Yuan faceplants into her lap. 'Wake me up in... a few centuries...'
"If your intention is to keep me here for those centuries, I'm afraid I didn't give the diviners nearly enough work for that," Fu Xuan says, though rather than pushing him off, she rests a hand on his head. "The best I can do is a day. Or three."
Almost as if she'd planned this.












