The Bed Is Possessive of Me

After her divorce, Ruan Songli became the most overworked low-ranking immortal in Heaven. For the sake of money, she dragged herself to work every day. Then one day, she glimpsed the Mandate of Heaven: the world would end tomorrow, and it would be her day to die!

Ruan Songli: Great. Zzz.

She spent all her savings fixing up her soft, comfy bed, hid away in the mortal world, and cut off every means of communication. No matter how hard her boss tried, there was no way to reach her and make her work. Then she cursed Heaven for three hundred words, lay down, and went to sleep.

When she opened her eyes again, the world had changed. She hadn't died.

Outside her door, her ex-husband Jiang Zhiheng, the Crown Prince of Heaven, was demanding that she return to work.

Inside, Ruan Songli was bound to her bed by her own soft blankets. Stunned, she watched as her bed sprouted eighteen tentacles and started cleaning and cooking for her. The bed even brushed her hand with a corner of its blanket, blushing pink as if it were shy.

The next day, Heaven was turned upside down. Her boss, who had treated her like an animal, became a workhorse and frantically worked overtime. Her backstabbing colleague worked for seven days and nights without closing their eyes. A junior immortal who had advocated pay cuts was beaten up and robbed of everything.

Not a single person had time to bother with her anymore. She slept soundly in the mortal world. Zzz.

Her house was sealed off all day by tentacles, keeping it warm in winter and cool in summer.

Her bed was warm and comfortable, and could handle every household chore. It could even turn its blankets into arms to hug her and try to keep her in bed every morning.

When she was short on money, the bed would do its best to earn some.

When she was sick, the bed would care for her attentively and treat her with tenderness.

When someone pursued her... well, the bed would tie her up with its blankets. (ΩДΩ)

Everything was perfect, except...

After Jiang Zhiheng's nth visit, Ruan Songli finally couldn't help secretly complaining to her bed: "When we were married, he complained every day that I slept too much and told me to stay away from the bed. Does that sound like someone who likes me? Good thing I came to my senses."

"Ruan Songli." The young man suddenly got angry. He put down his teacup with a bang and glared at her in irritation. "Weren't you the one who asked for a divorce? How can you say I don't like you?"

Ruan Songli: ... :)

# So her ex-husband was actually the bed all along

# No wonder my bed knew all my tastes and preferences so well, and was so good at that, too :)

# The way to romance is sleeping, in the strictly literal sense.

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From the day they married, and even after their divorce, Jiang Zhiheng spent a hundred and eighty-eight years wondering how to tell his childhood sweetheart that his true form was a bed. :)

The very bed she had loved most before they married.

The very bed she had managed to take with her when they divorced.

[Jiang Zhiheng had always had everything go his way. Until the day he realized he had fallen for the childhood friend next door who loved sunbathing and sleeping. He understood then that his life was as good as over.]

Theme: Be a little kinder to yourself.