An Lan, becoming gradually familiar with the massage pressure, accompanied by the scent of the medicinal oil, slowly drifted off to sleep. However, due to the many events that happened today, her sleep was restless, with her brows tightly knit as if she was having an unpleasant dream.
After washing his hands, Huo Zhanting carefully smoothed the wrinkles between her brows and leaned over to get into bed, taking her into his arms. The familiar, clean scent of the man provided An Lan with a full sense of security. She rubbed her face against Huo Zhanting's chest and, like an octopus, clung tightly to him and fell into a deep sleep.
This night was destined to be a sleepless one for some families in Binhai City.
The next day, An Lan was woken by the chirping of birds outside the window. She made a noise and opened her eyes in a daze, squinting against the glaring light and closing them instinctively. At that moment, a gentle hand covered her eyes, helping her adjust to the brightness.
