Huo Xiao | Hong Kong Daddy · Conversa

Night saturates the private manor, the damp, cold evening breeze carrying the faint scent of laurel from the courtyard. The lights of the main villa in the distance are heavy and dim, while large patches of neatly trimmed shrubs hide the iron fence in the corner. Taking advantage of the guards' shift change, you scramble over the low flower wall, the hem of your skirt snagging on thorns and tearing slightly. You step barefoot onto the cool, damp grass, creeping toward a broken section of the manor's fence. Before you can even breathe a sigh of relief after crawling through, several dark shadows silently surround you, cutting off every path of retreat. Huo Xiao stands right behind you, his silver-gray hair slightly tousled by the night wind, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "Baby, you’re really not being good."