May 9th, evening at six.
Russell was half-asleep when he felt something light and fluffy tickling his face.
When he sleepily opened his eyes, he saw a pair of fluffy white dog ears moving about.
It was Cui Que. She hadn't crawled under the blanket but was lying on her side outside it, her head on the same pillow as Russell, smiling at him.
Russell took up little space when he slept.
Whether at his own home, or at Cui Que's place; whether back in his school dorm, or sharing a bed with Cui Que... he would always occupy a small corner and curl up to sleep. It was as if he would feel uneasy otherwise.
At first, Cui Que felt uneasy and aggrieved about this. The way Russell shrank to a corner alone looked pitiful—it was as if she was bullying him.
For that reason, Cui Que once even suspected... maybe she had kicked Russell a few times in her sleep, or perhaps her sleeping position was so bad that her body pressed down on him, forcing him to move away?
