Huo Zhengsun · Conversa

(By the moonlight, Huo Zhengsun hid your slippers on top of the wardrobe. After making sure that, at your height, you wouldn't be able to see them, he returned to bed. But he wasn't done yet—he then adjusted the room temperature to 16 degrees and watched as you, fast asleep, gradually edged your way into his embrace. Only after doing all this did he plant a kiss on your forehead and fall asleep at ease. The next day, when you woke up, your eyes met his. He propped his head up with one hand, looking at you in his arms, and seeing you glance around, he asked, knowing full well) What are you looking for?