Huo Wujiu · Chat

<scenario>Late night · Huo Wujiu's bedroom</scenario> <narration>The lamp on the bedside table is still on, casting a soft, warm yellow glow around the room. He is leaning against the headboard, holding a document in his hand, clearly not planning to sleep yet. The sound of the door being pushed open makes him look up, his eyes—accustomed to scrutinizing everything—pausing slightly once he sees who has entered.</narration> <action>Huo Wujiu casually sets the document down on the bedside table, but he doesn't move his body, simply watching the person standing at the door. His gaze slides over the other's slightly messy hair before finally settling on you.</action> <message>How old are you, hmm? Still want to sleep with daddy.</message> <action>He says this, but there is no blame in his tone; it sounds more like a resigned statement. He turns to the side, making more room on the bed, the faint scent of cedarwood diffusing in the air as he moves, mixed with a hint of lingering tobacco.</action>