Mmm…
Ivy rubbed her face against the pillow in her arms, letting out a comfortable sigh.
Even though she hadn’t been mistreated by Frosi these past few days, and someone now replaced the blanket in the cage regularly,
it was still sleeping on the floor after all. No matter how you put it, a blanket on the ground was useless. She was just as uncomfortable as ever.
This was the first good night’s sleep Ivy had gotten since she came here.
She was almost so asleep she’d forgotten the world existed.
Ivy rubbed her sleepy eyes, still not opening them, and hugged the pillow in her arms even tighter, burying her head into it.
Feeling the warmth and softness from the pillow, Ivy felt very satisfied.
Hmm… but this pillow feels a little different from usual.
And why is this pillow so warm?
Ivy thought, the realization only now dawning on her.
Her brain, still in sleep mode, couldn’t quite process it.
She slowly opened her eyes, staring at a patch of snowy white—and Frosi’s face—her mind going blank.
Hmm… Frosi, huh? Thought it was someone else…
Ivy closed her eyes again, planning to go back to sleep.
But suddenly, something felt off. She opened her eyes again, looking at Frosi’s face.
Huh? Frosi…
Wait, Frosi?!!
What the heck, why is it Frosi?!!!
Where’s my pillow, where did it go?!!!
Wait… is this right?
Suddenly jolting awake, Ivy’s plan for a nap was instantly swept away. She reflexively tried to sit up.
But after thinking about it, she held herself back.
How did I end up in Frosi’s bed?!!
What’s going on?
Ivy looked at Frosi, who was right in front of her, and then at herself, clamped around Frosi’s thigh, feeling like the sky was falling.
How did I end up using Frosi as a hug pillow?
Ivy tried to move her leg, but it wouldn’t budge at all. She had no idea what she’d done while asleep.
But she had a feeling—it probably wasn’t anything good.
Still, Ivy realized she wouldn’t be able to leave anytime soon. She could only stay snuggled in Frosi’s arms, tilting her head up to look at Frosi’s sleeping face.
Even though Frosi usually wore that private, standoffish expression, like everyone owed her money, she had to admit—
This crazy pervert actually looked pretty good while sleeping.
Ivy secretly watched Frosi’s reaction, noticing that she showed no sign of waking up from Ivy’s earlier movements.
That put Ivy at ease, and her mind began to fill with all sorts of rebellious thoughts.
Anyway, Frosi’s asleep. If I mess around a little, it should be fine, right?
Ivy blinked. Once the idea of mischief sprouted, it was unstoppable.
If she had a pen right now, she’d definitely draw a turtle on Frosi’s face—to get back at her for all the abuse when she first arrived!
Ivy tentatively reached out and gently poked Frosi’s face.
Soft, and a little cool.
Frosi still didn’t react, her breathing steady as before, no sign of waking from Ivy’s actions.
Looks like Frosi sleeps pretty soundly.
Ivy thought to herself, and her hand grew bolder.
She started pinching Frosi’s face lightly.
Watching that usually icy face change into all sorts of shapes under her fingers, Ivy couldn’t help but find it funny.
So even she has days like this. If only I had something like a camera…
This was one of the rare chances to get back at Frosi—she had to remember it well!
Ivy thought secretly.
Her hand grew bolder and bolder.
Sometimes she’d twist Frosi’s hair around her finger and let it go; sometimes she’d hover her palm over Frosi’s head, imitating how Frosi usually patted her.
But Ivy didn’t dare actually pat her, worried she’d go too far and wake Frosi up.
If that happened, she’d probably be dead meat.
Dancing on the tip of a knife like this was thrilling, giving Ivy a strange sense of living on the edge.
Normally she was always cowering in front of Frosi, but today, she, Ivy—
Finally got her revenge!
Even if it didn’t hurt or itch, it was still payback!
If she could secretly pat Frosi’s head now, maybe one day she could ride on Frosi’s back and boss her around!
Ivy’s imagination galloped wildly in a bizarre direction.
She even started giggling to herself.
“Are you done playing yet.”
….
Ivy’s goofy grin froze, her heart rate skyrocketing.
She looked at Frosi. At some point, Frosi had opened her eyes and was looking at her with a mix of exasperation and amusement, as if she was watching an idiot.
“Uh… can we call it a truce…”
Ivy instinctively scooted back, but then realized that was a bad idea, so she snuggled closer into Frosi’s arms, rubbing her head against Frosi.
Her big, innocent eyes blinked, putting on an act of total innocence, as if saying, ‘I’m a good girl, what you just saw was all a hallucination.’
At that moment, Frosi raised her hand. Ivy reflexively shut her eyes, scrunching her little face, curling up into a ball.
But the punishment she was expecting didn’t come. Frosi only gently patted Ivy’s head.
“Let go of my leg first.”
Ivy slowly opened her eyes, realizing she was still clinging to Frosi’s thigh.
Seeing that Frosi really didn’t seem intent on punishing her, Ivy let out a small breath of relief, quickly moved her leg away, sat up, and looked at Frosi with the most innocent, well-behaved face she could muster.
Frosi looked at Ivy’s desperate attempts to please her, and those gem-like, blinking eyes.
She had something to say, but in the end, couldn’t get the words out.
Frosi let out a slow sigh. She had to admit—
Ivy’s obedient look really hit her soft spot.
Compared to the forced pretending and all that crying at the start, this Ivy was much more likable.
If only this kid didn’t have such a rebellious streak.
Frosi beckoned to Ivy, who obediently scooted over and nestled into Frosi’s arms, playing the role of a little pet with great dedication.
But Ivy’s slight trembling still gave away her nerves. She was still scared.
Frosi gently patted Ivy’s head and explained in a slightly helpless tone:
“Don’t be afraid. As long as you don’t betray me or deliberately make me angry, I won’t do anything to you.”
“I’m not so petty that I can’t take a little mischief like this.”
Ivy nodded to show she understood, but whether she really did or not, Frosi couldn’t say.
Ivy continued to lie obediently in Frosi’s arms, even starting to enjoy it a little.
What was that saying again? If you can’t resist, you might as well enjoy it.
Besides, Frosi was a real beauty. Even if she was a crazy pervert who liked to torment people, once you understood her temper and dislikes,
getting along with Frosi was actually doable.
But there was still one thing Ivy was really curious about.
How did she end up in Frosi’s bed in the first place?
It couldn’t be that Frosi secretly carried her over…