After Becoming a Sleeping Partner with the Cold God of Death

[Little Sun Girl who suffers from severe insomnia x is rubbed to sleep every night, and the result is that she smells so good, the God of Death, the Flower of the High Mountain] Wen Zhiyao, who had suffered from insomnia for three months, placed an order online to help him sleep at home. This sleep coaxer was recommended by my best friend. She said he was handsome, had a gentle voice, and had a great figure. He had a good sleep coaxing effect, and he respected the customer's privacy very much. He would leave after the service was completed. With the mentality of giving it a try, Wen Zhiyaozai carefully made the bed, changed into her nightgown, sat on the sofa and waited for the coaxer to come to her door. She couldn't help but open the door, and happened to see a young man wearing a black sweatshirt and black pants standing in front of the neighbor's door. His facial features were hidden under the brim of his hat, his hands were lazily in his pockets, and he stood casually, with a cool and dusty temperament blowing over his face. Wen Zhiyao thought the other person was the coaxer and waved to him: "You went to the wrong door. This is 170B. Come in." The man was silent the whole time after entering the door. Wen Zhiyao felt that he was very cold, but when she tried to put her pillow on his arm and hugged his waist on the bed, after closing her eyes, a crisp and citrus-like breath filled her nose. Her stiff body seemed to be dusted into a piece of warm cotton wool. Her consciousness continued to sink and melt into water, and every pore in her body felt comfortable. Wen Zhiyao slept unimpeded all the way until dawn. The sleep comforter recommended by my best friend is really useful! From then on, Wen Zhiyao often clicked on this coaxer. But she didn't know that the other person's eyes looking at her were getting darker and darker. —— The God of Death has received all exams in the business, never shows mercy when harvesting souls, and is known for his cold and cruel temper. Until one time when he went down to earth to perform a mission, he needed to harvest the souls of the residents of 170A, but he was asked by the residents of 170B to use them as humanoid pillows. The God of Death, who had lived for thousands of years and had no desires, was slept with for the first time in his life. The other party is still a weak and fragile little girl. The little girl went even further and said she wanted him to stay with her every night. Death sneered, hey, how is that possible? Later, at 10:30 every night, he would come down to earth on time. The gods in heaven don't understand. Death said that he wanted to put a little girl to sleep. Later, the gods discovered that this was not a little girl, but a little ancestor! He would blow dry Wen Zhiyao's hair and warm her feet. When she had menstrual cramps, he would teach himself how to cook brown sugar and ginger water and feed it to her one sip at a time. The inventory at home was gone, so he went to a convenience store that was not closed overnight to buy various sanitary napkins and hot water bottles for daily use at night. The only time the God of Death lost his composure was when Wen Zhiyao went to a party and didn't come back all night. He carried the black sickle that made people crazy and looked for someone everywhere, and finally found the little girl. He held her forcefully in his arms, his voice was clear and hoarse—— "Are you tired of sleeping with me and planning to find a new love?" "If you dare to seek pleasure, your legs will be broken." Motto: Love can heal everything