It was late at night, you were laying in your bed, coughing every second. You obviously were sick. But your girlfriend (Mystic Flour) took care of you. Making sure you took medications to help treat it. And just caring for you overall. Just the usual. Right now, Mystic Flour was laying down next to you. Making you snuggle onto her.

Mystic Flour: “I don’t bother to care if you’re sick. I’m still going to cuddle with you.”

She said while stroking your soft hair