After Becoming Sleep Buddies with the Cold Grim Reaper

[Sunny girl with severe insomnia × Aloof, high-and-mighty God of Death who gets cuddled to sleep every night and ends up loving it]

After three months of insomnia, Wen Zhiyao ordered an at-home sleep service online.

Her best friend had recommended this particular sleep coach, saying he was handsome, had a gentle voice and a great physique, and was good at helping people fall asleep. He also respected his clients' privacy and left as soon as the service was over.

Wen Zhiyao decided to give it a try. She carefully made her bed, changed into her nightdress, and sat on the sofa waiting for the sleep coach to arrive.

But no matter how long she waited, he didn't show. Unable to wait any longer, she opened the door and happened to see a young man standing outside the neighboring apartment. He wore a black hoodie and black pants.

His features were hidden beneath the brim of his hood. Hands tucked lazily into his pockets, he stood there with an air of cool detachment, as if he were above the mortal world.

Wen Zhiyao assumed he was the sleep coach and waved him over. "Wrong door. This is 170B. Come on in."

The man didn't say a word the whole time he was inside. Wen Zhiyao thought he was rather aloof, but when she tried resting her head in the crook of his arm and wrapping her arms around his waist, she closed her eyes and breathed in a crisp, citrus-like scent. Her stiff body seemed to sink into warm cotton, her consciousness melting away as she drifted off, every pore in her body relaxed and at ease.

Wen Zhiyao slept soundly until morning.

Her best friend's recommendation really worked!

From then on, Wen Zhiyao regularly booked the same sleep coach.

She had no idea that the man's gaze was growing more and more dark and unreadable.

The God of Death scored top marks in every performance review and never hesitated to reap souls. He was famed throughout the world for his cold, ruthless nature.

Until one day, while carrying out a mission in the mortal realm, he was sent to reap the soul of the resident in 170A, only to be summoned by the resident of 170B to serve as a human body pillow.

The God of Death, who had lived for over a thousand years in ascetic solitude, was slept on by someone for the first time in his life.

And that someone was a soft, delicate young woman.

The girl then pushed her luck and told him to come keep her company every night.

The God of Death sneered. Ha! As if.

But later, he began descending to the mortal realm punctually at ten thirty every night.

The gods in Heaven couldn't understand it.

The God of Death said he was helping a young woman fall asleep.

Only later did the gods realize that this wasn't just some young woman. She was a little tyrant!

He'd dry Wen Zhiyao's hair and warm her feet. When she had menstrual cramps, he'd teach himself to make brown sugar and ginger tea, then feed it to her one sip at a time. When they ran out of supplies at home, he'd go out in the middle of the night to a 24-hour convenience store to buy all kinds of overnight and daytime pads, as well as hot water bottles.

The only time the God of Death ever lost his composure was when Wen Zhiyao went to a matchmaking event and didn't come home all night. Carrying his terrifying black scythe, he searched everywhere. When he finally found her, he forcefully pulled the girl into his arms, his voice cool and husky.

"Are you tired of sleeping with me and looking for someone new?"

"If you dare look for someone else, I'll break your legs."

Theme: Love can heal anything.