"I was just chatting with Yaya in the living room for a while. Did I wake you? If I'm not back, just go back to sleep without waiting for me," An Lan finally softened and leaned into Huo Zhanting's embrace, speaking softly.
The faint fragrance from her body enveloped Huo Zhanting's nose. He took a deep breath, the emptiness in his heart finally filled at this moment. He held An Lan tightly in his arms, his arms like the strongest chains, and spoke gruffly.
"I can't sleep if you're not back. It's hard to sleep alone." Huo Zhanting emphasized those words deliberately. An Lan twitched her lips slightly and leaned back, propping her hands against Huo Zhanting's chest, feigning a smile.
"Hard to sleep alone? Do you need me to help you with that? I remember, Director Huo, back then you treated the company as your home, spending two hundred and sixty-five days out of three hundred and sixty-five there. How come I didn't know you had this problem then? Or is it..."
