The First Meeting

Huo Shaoheng watched Gu Nianzhi without blinking for a while; the room was eerily silent. When she finally couldn't stand his stare anymore, she shifted her gaze to the full-length curtains on the south wall, and muttered,"You also have French windows here? I'm scared of being watched."

Huo Shaoheng turned to look at it then adjusted her blankets. "The window is bulletproof, so don't worry."

She closed her eyes in defeat and was quiet. One hand snuck out from under the blankets to grab the corner of Huo Shaoheng's pajama shirt.

Huo Shaoheng looked down at the delicate and pale hand. He held it briefly and then tucked it back inside the blanket."I won't leave, ok? I'm sleeping on the couch."

Huo Shaoheng's main bedroom was much larger than Gu Nianzhi's bedroom in her suite. There was not only a tall armoire, but a wide couch and a long table sitting situated across the room.