His cute pillow

It was night. She was lying on the bed, facing away from him. They had a small fight earlier, so neither of them was talking.

He sat beside her on the bed, focused on his laptop, typing away.

She tried to sleep, but the cold wouldn’t let her. Her body ached from fever and her nose was stuffy.

He glanced at her from the corner of his eye, a faint smile curling on his lips. But when she caught him looking, he quickly turned back to his laptop as if nothing had happened.

With an annoyed tone, she said,

"I can’t sleep. Let me hug you. I’m feeling so cold."

Without waiting for his answer, she moved closer and wrapped her arms around him. But he shifted away, saying flatly,

"I’m not talking to you. Don’t touch me."

Her face fell. She turned her back to him again, curling under the blanket, still shivering. Time passed, her sneezing echoed in the quiet room.

Finally, he closed his laptop, switched off the light, and lay down beside her, a silent smile playing on his lips.

"Please… hug me," she whispered, looking at him. "The blanket isn’t enough."

He turned to her and smirked.

"Didn’t you tell me not to touch you earlier when I wanted to kiss you? Hmm? Let me kiss you first, then I’ll think about hugging you."

"You’re impossible!" she shot back. "I’m asking for a hug, not a kiss. There’s a difference!"

"Then I don’t know," he said, pretending to yawn. "I’m too sleepy. Good night."

He turned his back to her and faked sleep. She stared at the ceiling in frustration, tossing and turning.

"I hate you," she muttered, giving him a light punch on the back.

She sat up, drank some warm water, and placed the glass back on the table. Eventually, her tired body gave in and she fell asleep.

Morning

A soft ray of sunlight fell across her face. Still half asleep, she frowned. Why does it feel like an elephant is lying on me? I can’t even move.

Opening her eyes, she looked around—and froze. His arms were wrapped tightly around her. That’s why she couldn’t move.

He woke up and caught her staring. She said quickly,

"Why are you hugging me? I’m not going to kiss you, okay? It’s your choice to hug me."

He placed a hand gently over her mouth.

"Shh. Let me sleep some more with my pillow."

Her eyes widened. "Wait—did you just call me your pillow? No way!"

She wriggled, trying to escape his grasp. He smiled quietly.

"Do you want to go?" he asked softly.

"Yes, please let me go now," she sighed.

He loosened his arms and she got up, feeling like she had just been set free. But as she walked toward the bathroom, he grabbed her hand, pulling her down so she landed on top of him.

"Let me check your fever," he said, leaning in until their foreheads touched.

Her cheeks warmed instantly.

"Your fever’s gone," he said, his voice softer now.

"Okay, let me go," she muttered, trying to hide her blush.

"Fine," he teased, "but where’s my reward?"

Before she could answer, he turned her gently and laid her back on the bed, hovering above her.

"Give me my reward first, then you can go."

Her voice trembled. "Y-you’re too close to me… ah, let me go."

"Then I’ll take my reward and leave you," he said playfully, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"I will never do anything without your permission, okay? Don’t you believe me, even a little?"

He lay down beside her again, pulling her into his arms.

She didn’t resist this time.

"You’re the only one, my princess," he murmured, rubbing her back gently. "How could I ever do anything without your permission?"

Her blush deepened.

"I love you," he said.

"I love you too," she whispered.

They held each other close, their breaths steady, and slowly drifted back to sleep together.

...Completed...

***Download NovelToon to enjoy a better reading experience!***