Magical Girl Grey Moon returned to Zhou Huanan’s home, descending from the sky and gently landing on the floor. She controlled her movements, ensuring not a sound was made. Inside, Mu Xi lay sleeping in a corner, her arms clutching a figurine tightly. Surrounding her were the remnants of other magical girl figurines. Mo Jiashi’s body had been disposed of, but the floor was still stained with stubborn blood marks, making the place look disheveled. Grey Moon pondered how Mu Xi could sleep in such a place and carefully picked her up, cradling her in her arms.
Mu Xi adjusted her figurine, her lips moving softly as she murmured Grey Moon’s name in her sleep. Her eyes were gentle, and Grey Moon carried her to her brother’s room, only to find it empty. After tucking Mu Xi into bed, Grey Moon headed downstairs.
There, she found Zhou Huanan lying on the couch, his phone resting on his chest. Grey Moon smiled, her heart fluttering with joy as she sat beside him, her small hand gently stroking his hair. She thought of how he had kicked the Magma Demon, a memory that still sent shivers down her spine. As she sat there, her thoughts wandered, and she found herself wanting to see his sleeping face more closely. She leaned in, her breath shallow, her heart pounding.
Grey Moon’s mind drifted to the dangerous encounter they had just survived, and though she felt a familiar desire, it was tempered by a deeper longing—to feel his warmth, to listen to his heartbeat. She knelt beside the couch, placing her ear against his chest. Despite her best efforts, the thin blanket muffled the sound, and a soft ‘mmm’ escaped her lips. Frustrated, she tapped his cheek lightly, her fingers lingering on the slight indentation they left.
Grey Moon tugged at the blanket, but it was pinned beneath Zhou Huanan’s weight. She circled the couch, searching for a way in. Finally, she noticed that the blanket was loose near his feet, just enough for her to slip through. She removed her shoes and climbed onto the armrest, her small body curling up as she planned her next move. Like a curious cat, she lifted the blanket, revealing his bare feet. She assessed the opening and realized it was just wide enough for her to fit through.
But her dress was in the way. She fidgeted with the fabric, her young face flushing with embarrassment. Grey Moon bit her lip, feeling a pang of desperation. Many a girl in her situation would burst into tears, but Grey Moon had an idea. Remembering how her magic could mend her costume, she decided to transform, the sound of fabric tearing filling the silent night. Her once-pristine lace dress lay in tatters on the floor, joined by her wobbly high heels, creating a scene reminiscent of a famous painting.
Grey Moon, now in her underwear and stockings, crawled toward Zhou Huanan’s feet. She ignored the thought of her perfect face touching his soles, a dream for many monsters who longed to see her humiliation. But Grey Moon was determined, her face brushing against his feet as she worked her way into his warmth. Finally, she managed to slip inside, her heart racing with accomplishment. She snuggled against his chest, her ear pressed to his heartbeat, the sound steady and reassuring. She sighed deeply, her body relaxing against his. She had only meant to stay a moment, but soon, she drifted off to sleep, her body molded against his.
In the middle of the night, Zhou Huanan stirred, his half-awake mind registering a strange heaviness on his body. He lifted the blanket to find Grey Moon, the usually aloof magical girl, curled up against him, her face content. He smiled, thinking it must be a dream, and playfully touched her cheek. Grey Moon, even in sleep, responded like a kitten, her soft lips brushing against his finger. He laughed, wiping the saliva from his finger onto her nose. She calmed, her breathing evening out.
Zhou Huanan got up, wondering why his dream featured Grey Moon instead of Liu Li. He decided to use the bathroom, his mind half-asleep and not considering the implications of dreaming about such activities. While he was away, Grey Moon, exhausted from her battle with the Magma Demon, transformed back to her human form. When Zhou Huanan returned, he saw Liu Li on the couch, a smile playing on his lips. He lay back down, pulling her close, his fingers brushing her hair behind her ear. ‘I like you, Liu Li,’ he whispered, ‘Will you be my wife? I’ll cook for you, protect you, and make sure you never cry like that night again. Okay?’ He listened to her soft ‘mmm’ in her sleep, taking it as a yes. His heart filled with joy, he wondered if Liu Li would say the same in reality, and he planned to propose after her birthday, dreaming of a future together.