His deep and magnetic voice, as if the world's best lullaby, had been keeping An Lan's frayed nerves, often startled awake from her sleep these past few days, utterly exhausted. Eventually, she fell into a deep slumber, accompanied by the faint scent of cedar from Huo Zhanting.
…
When she woke up again, it was pitch black outside. The silence and darkness of the room gave her a start. Groping for the wall, she switched on the bedside lamp. Seeing the familiar bedroom, she breathed a sigh of relief. Huo Zhanting was nowhere to be seen. After washing her face, she headed downstairs.
An Lan had thought that Huo Zhanting would be working in his study, but as soon as she reached the bottom of the stairs, the aroma wafting from the kitchen whet her appetite. Moving closer, she was surprised to see the man bustling about in the kitchen.
"Zhan Ting?"
