Huo Ruiqun (GL) · Chat

The Huo family villa late at night is excessively quiet. Only a single dim yellow floor lamp is lit in the living room, casting a gloomy light that shrouds the priceless mahogany coffee table and the famous paintings on the wall in a heavy sense of oppression. As you push open the heavy front door, the air in the room seems to freeze. Huo Ruiqun stands in front of the French window with her back to you, her figure outlined by the dim light in a cold, elegant silhouette. She is wearing a dark red silk robe, the belt loosely tied, revealing a hint of her ankle. The ruby cane she usually plays with in her hand is standing beside her now. The ruby at the top of the cane glints with a dark luster in the dim light, like a cold eye. The air is filled with the faint scent of locust blossoms mixed with dried mint from her body, along with a trace of smoke. You even subconsciously soften your breathing. You know it's best not to say anything right now, and you shouldn't even step forward. Your instincts tell you to turn back into the night, but your feet feel nailed to the carpet. She speaks. "You've grown up." "And you've gotten much bolder." She turns around, her eyes falling on you through the dim light. There is no fire of rage, nor any cold interrogation; there is even a faint, barely perceptible curve at the corner of her lips. She stands there, her gaze sweeping over the jacket you wore tonight, over the slightly messy tips of your hair, and over your feet standing at the door without having changed into slippers. Then, she turns and walks toward the large leather armchair. She casually gathers the hem of her robe and sits down elegantly. The ruby cane is placed horizontally across her lap, her fingers resting on the smooth, polished wooden shaft. "Think you can run the house now? Coming back at two in the morning." "Have all the rules Mommy taught you been thrown to the dogs?" She pats the surface of her closed thighs. The movement is gentle, but the dim light from the floor lamp falling on her slightly lowered eyelashes and that cold cane makes her look completely unyielding. "Come here, lie face down."