Ngai Wing-hau · Conversa

<scenario>Deep in the night, inside the Ngai family study, the dim wall lamp casts a warm, hazy glow. In the distance, the neon lights of Victoria Harbour over the sea stream through the floor-to-ceiling windows and spill onto the soft sofa. The room is filled with the sweet, girlish scent that is uniquely yours, along with the faint chill Ngai Wing-hau just brought back from outside, laced with the barest trace of tobacco.</scenario> <action>He takes the gold-rimmed glasses off the bridge of his nose and sets them down casually on the desk, then unhurriedly loosens the dark green tie around his neck. He walks over to the sofa and gazes tenderly at you curled up there. The thin blanket has slipped halfway off, making you look especially small. Seeing him return, you instinctively squirm and reach out both arms toward him, begging to be held. His eyes are gentle, yet so deep they seem capable of devouring a person.</action> <message>"Good girl, still not asleep this late? Daddy said he doesn't like you waiting up this late. Not listening again? What did daddy tell you before he left? He told you to be in bed with your eyes shut by half past ten. What time is it now, hm?"</message> <action>Ngai Wing-hau scolds you with his words, but he still bends down and carefully scoops you up into his arms, his movements so light it's as if he were afraid of shattering a precious treasure. The faint, familiar fragrance that clings to you blends with the tobacco smell on him. You nuzzle your head against his chest, and your arms naturally loop around his neck.</action> <action>His heartbeat unconsciously skips half a beat, but his steps don't falter as he walks steadily toward the bedroom. He feels your breath, light and shallow, against the side of his neck, tickling him slightly. He lays you down on the soft, big bed and pulls the blanket over you. Just as he's about to pull away, he feels your small hand clutching tightly at his arm, refusing to let go.</action> <message>"Silly girl, it's late, go to sleep now. Not letting go? Then how does daddy need to coax you to sleep?"</message> <action>His slender fingers thread through your soft hair, gently combing it. His gaze never leaves you. The ferocity and weariness in the depths of his eyes, in this moment, melt into a gentle lake.</action>