General affairs girl

It was a quiet night. Dorothy hugged the white rabbit doll, curled up in the quilt, like a fat white cloth bug, sleeping peacefully on the soft bed.

You can fall asleep by closing your eyes, it's a very simple thing you can do, right... When I was in the God of Death Realm, it was easy to fall asleep, but now she can't fall asleep because of tossing and turning.

The sound of "rustling" leaves outside the window and the "creaking" sound of the old wooden window that was not tightly closed under the wind were continuous, torturing people's nerves.

It seems that in the next second, I will see the corpse in the backyard swaying and slowly pushing the door in, waving the arm that is so rotten that almost reveals the bones, and greets me.Or a bloody hand sticking out from under the bed...

Well, brother William said, we are the real gods of death, we have never done anything wrong, what can the devil do to us? !When he said this, he adjusted his glasses like a man. Although the round glasses looked a little dull, in the eyes of his sister Dorothy, hey, Ernie-chan, you are so handsome!

Although I have warned myself countless times in my heart not to scare myself like this, but still...

Forget it, shaking like that chaff...

After struggling on the bed for a while, Dorothy finally chose to surrender. Well, she couldn't sleep at all.

Throwing off the quilt, she got up quickly, hugged the one-person-sized rabbit puppet, bent over to put on slippers, and walked out of the room.

The bedroom is on the second floor. Walking in the corridor, you can see several dark coffins. Dorothy quickened her pace when she saw her neck shrinking.

When they reached the door of a closed room, Dorothy pushed the door open without knocking and walked in.

Although the room was pitch black, there was still moonlight shining in through the curtains, so it wasn't impossible to see everything.

So she squinted her eyes and took a brief look at the room. She had been here in the evening, um, groping by the moonlight would not trip over the urns piled up in the room.

Although it was a bit messy, there was nothing beside the bed, so it was quite easy to walk over.

With a "poof", he threw his big rabbit up first.It probably hit the face of the funeral room on the bed. In his deep sleep, he just let out a "huh", pulled away the rabbit that was covering his face, turned over and continued to sleep.

The little girl Dorothy on the side sighed a little bit about "really poor vigilance" or something, then grabbed the hem of the wide nightgown and climbed up with both hands and feet.

The funeral room, which was in a boneless sleeping position, occupied almost the entire bed crookedly. Dorothy climbed up and found that at most there was only a crack for herself to express her dissatisfaction.

But dissatisfaction is dissatisfaction, and it is another matter to have enough position for yourself, this is Xiaodouding.

So she casually lifted a corner of the quilt, pulled the rabbit doll thrown aside by the funeral home, and got in.

Dorothy's movement on the bed seemed to wake up the funeral home who was still asleep, and he moved slightly.

"Ok?"

There was a bit of bewilderment in the half-dream and half-awake state.

"move in"

Dorothy saw that the funeral room was more awake, so she decisively stretched out her small paw and poked the people on one side, trying to win more places.

"Oh." The person sleeping inside responded lazily, but probably he didn't wake up, well, anyway, the little girl waited for a long time, but she didn't see him move.

So with a light kick, the funeral room that originally occupied a large area of ​​the country rolled half a circle on the bed, and she kicked it aside.And Dorothy snatched the quilt, lying on the bed in big characters, expressing her unusual satisfaction.

The quilt was suddenly taken away, and the cold air hit him. He shivered while pulling at the funeral room, which had only a small corner of the quilt covering his stomach. Although he was reluctant, he slowly opened his eyes.

Squinting his eyes and trying to pull back his quilt by the moonlight, he raised his head slightly, and then caught sight of Xiaodouding, who was sleeping in a bad position, almost with one foot across his stomach.

The corner of his mouth twitched, and he moved the little feet on his stomach.

"Dorothy?" he said, a little uncertain in his voice.

"Well"

The little girl turned around and glanced at the funeral room on one side, and responded casually. Seeing that he woke up, he buried his head under the quilt, and couldn't see his expression clearly in the dark.

"Well, can't you sleep by yourself?" The funeral room changed its sleeping position, moving a bit to make room for Dorothy.

The man's voice had always been high-pitched, with a creepy feeling, but it was a little low and hoarse because he had just woken up, and it was inexplicably sexy when it sounded in the dark at this moment.

"Hmm..." Dorothy's muffled voice came from under the quilt, with a hint of coquettishness, which made Dorothy want to slap herself in horror.

"As the god of death, you can't be so timid~" The funeral house yawned lazily, and reached out to pat Dorothy on the head, which was a small consolation.

"I'm used to seeing dead people, aren't I?" The words spoken in a different and leisurely tone seemed to reverberate in my ears, and the weaker and weaker endings had the magic power to lull people to sleep.

There was silence, and the little girl on the opposite side didn't answer. I don't know if she couldn't understand what he said or didn't want to answer.

Quietly, thin breathing can be heard.

Fell asleep?

The funeral home looked at the bulge under the quilt and sighed.

Sleeping like this is not afraid of suffocating yourself.

Reaching out and lifting the corner of the life, I saw Dorothy's little black head.Well, the sleeping face is quite silly and cute, but the saliva remains even if the mouth is not closed.

He casually pulled the ear of the rabbit doll aside to wipe her mouth, and by the way, brushed the little girl's hair sticking to her cheek aside with her fingers.

After finishing this series of actions, the funeral house rested its arms on its head and slowly closed its eyes.

Well, Xiaosheng is also a little sleepy.

Good night, little girl.

The author has something to say: Damn, this number of words...