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A sense of panic welled up in Mo Chengyuan's heart. Where did she go? Why did she disappear?

Just as Mo Chengyuan threw off the covers and got up, frantically trying to get out of bed to look for something, a faint "meow" sound came from beside him.

Mo Chengyuan suddenly stopped moving and looked in the direction of the sound, which was coming from under the covers.

Mo Chengyuan's heart pounded wildly. He suddenly lifted a corner of the blanket and saw a ball of snow-white fur curled up in the seam of the blanket, its pink nose twitching gently. It was the little kitten he knew so well.

The kitten seemed startled by the noise, slowly raising its head. Its amber eyes were misty with tears as it stared at him blankly, making soft purring sounds.

Mo Chengyuan's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, instantly settled down, but then a complex emotion welled up inside him.

He carefully reached out his hand, and as soon as his fingertips touched the kitten's soft fur, it rubbed against him.

Her warm body rolled directly into his palm, just like countless times before, nuzzling his fingers with her little head.

"You..." Mo Chengyuan's Adam's apple bobbed, and he gently scratched the kitten's chin with his fingertips, looking at the kitten's comfortable, squinted eyes, feeling both helpless and amused.

"You were the person yesterday; you're the cat today, aren't you?"

The kitten seemed to understand, tilted its head, and stuck out its pink tongue to lick his fingertip. The wet touch instantly overlapped with the warm softness of last night.

Mo Chengyuan's heart softened instantly. He gently hugged the kitten and ran his fingertips through the fine fur on its back.

"So you can turn back... Did I scare you yesterday?"

The kitten rubbed against him, its tail gently hooking around his wrist, and let out a soft meow.

I was dumbfounded. She's just a cat; how could she understand me?

Mo Chengyuan looked down at the docile kitten in his arms, the panic, helplessness and excitement of last night still churning in his heart.

But holding this warm, fluffy ball of fur right now, all my emotions turned into a sense of peace and security.

He gently kissed the kitten's head, his voice as soft as the morning mist: "Whether you're human or cat, I'll always be here for you."

After that, Liu Yunshu never transformed again.

Mo Chengyuan was unsure of his own feelings; he felt both relieved and secretly disappointed.

He continued to groom the kitten every day, feed it imported cat food, and tuck it into bed before going to sleep.

Only occasionally would he stare blankly at the kitten, his fingertips gently stroking its snow-white fur, and softly ask, "Yunshu, when will you turn back into your original form for me to see?"

The kitten always tilted its head to look at him, rubbing its pink nose against his fingers, as if it didn't understand, or as if it was deliberately pretending to be stupid.

The image of Liu Yunshu in human form that day was deeply etched in his mind, and he would recall it every night...

Every morning I have to change the sheets and blankets.

Mo Chengyuan was driven almost mad by the torment, and his gaze toward Liu Yunshu grew increasingly unfathomable.

Yun Shu, what exactly are you...?

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It's the fifteenth day again.

Moonlight filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a hazy, silvery glow on the floor.

Mo Chengyuan had just finished washing up when he saw the snow-white ball of fur squatting by the windowsill, its amber cat eyes fixed on the full moon outside the window, its tail tip swaying gently, as if its soul had been captivated by the moonlight.

He walked over, reached out and hugged the kitten to his chest. When his fingertips touched its warm body, his heart stirred slightly.

Liu Yunshu seemed quieter than usual today.

"What's wrong? Do you like the moon?" Mo Chengyuan lowered his head, his nose brushing against the kitten's soft ear, his voice tinged with amusement.

"Or... is it different today because it's the fifteenth?"

The fifteenth? That day was also the fifteenth! Could it be...?

Mo Chengyuan's heart skipped a beat, and he unconsciously tightened his grip on the kitten.

He stared at the kitten's profile as it gazed intently at the moon, his breathing gradually becoming rapid.

"Yun Shu, today is the fifteenth, are you... going to turn back?"

No sooner had she finished speaking than the kitten in her arms suddenly stirred.

Mo Chengyuan's pupils contracted slightly, and a faint halo gradually appeared around it.

He held his breath, staring intently at the kitten in his arms, his heart pounding wildly in his chest.

The halo grew stronger and stronger, gradually enveloping the kitten's body. Mo Chengyuan could clearly feel the outline of the person in his arms slowly changing, from a small ball to a slender figure.

As the halo faded, a warm, soft body replaced the furry touch.

Liu Yunshu, naked, curled up in his arms, her chestnut curly hair cascading over her shoulders. Moonlight fell on her fair skin, giving it a luminous glow.

Mo Chengyuan stiffened, his arms holding her trembled slightly, and a low, hoarse sigh escaped his throat, as if he had finally unloaded a heavy burden from the past few days.

"Meow?"

"Yun Shu, my name is Mo Chengyuan, you can call me Mo Chengyuan!"

Liu Yunshu's amber eyes were still veiled with a layer of naivety from her recent transformation.

"ink…?"

"Mo Chengyuan." He repeated patiently, his fingertips gently brushing the curls beside her cheek.

"Remember, my name is Mo Chengyuan."

Liu Yunshu blinked, her amber eyes reflecting his face, and obediently repeated, "Mo, Cheng, Yuan."

The three words were spoken somewhat awkwardly, yet they felt like a feather gently tickling Mo Chengyuan's heart.

He lowered his head, his nose almost touching her forehead, his breath filled with her sweet scent, a unique fragrance belonging to Liu Yunshu.

The pent-up emotions and longing of the past few days erupted at this moment. He tightened his arms and held her even closer in his embrace, as if he wanted to make up for the emptiness of the past few days.

"Finally... I've been waiting for you." Mo Chengyuan's voice trembled slightly.

As his fingertips gently caressed her bare back, feeling her real body temperature, the secret sense of loss in his heart was finally replaced by a sense of security.

"Mo, Cheng, Yuan?"

"I am here!"

He lowered his head, his gaze falling on her reddened lips, his Adam's apple bobbing violently, his voice terribly hoarse: "Say it again."

Liu Yunshu looked at him with feigned confusion.

"Mo Chengyuan..." Mo Chengyuan patiently repeated.

"Mo, Cheng, Yuan".

Liu Yunshu obediently opened her mouth, and this time her pronunciation was clearer than before, with a soft, kitten-like tone at the end, gently touching Mo Chengyuan's heart.

He could no longer resist and leaned down to kiss those reddened lips.

Without the usual restraint and hesitation, this kiss carried the longing and repression of many days, so intense it almost melted them both.

After a long while, he slowly released her, his forehead pressed against hers, his breathing rapid and his voice hoarse.

"I've remembered that. You'll be called that from now on."

Liu Yunshu blinked and reached out to poke his reddened earlobe.

Mo Chengyuan chuckled softly, then reached out and picked her up, carrying her to the bedside.

Moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting dappled shadows on her fair skin. Her chestnut curls cascaded down his arm, carrying a sweet fragrance.

He gently placed her on the bed, then turned to rummage through the wardrobe for clothes, his fingertips trembling slightly with excitement.

When he returned with the clean nightgown, he saw Liu Yunshu kneeling on the bed.

Tilting its head, it examined its hands as if curious about its no longer hairy claws.

Mo Chengyuan stepped forward, sat down beside her, and gently helped her put on her nightgown, his movements becoming much more practiced.

"Will you be able to turn back every fifteenth of the month?" Mo Chengyuan asked softly, gently squeezing her palm with his fingertips.

Liu Yunshu tilted her head, a hint of confusion in her eyes.

Seeing this, Mo Chengyuan stopped asking questions and simply pulled her into his arms, letting her lean on his shoulder.

The moonlight flowed quietly, and only the steady breathing of the two people remained in the room.

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The next day, Liu Yunshu transformed back into her cat form.

"It's back to normal again." Mo Chengyuan sighed softly, lowered his head and kissed the kitten's head, his voice tinged with helplessness.

"It seems that every fifteenth of the month is a gift from you to me."

The night of the fifteenth of each month became the moment he looked forward to the most.

He would prepare a clean nightgown in advance and place her favorite osmanthus cake on the windowsill.

When the moonlight climbed onto the windowsill, I held the ball of fluff and waited quietly for the halo of light to appear.

Whenever Liu Yunshu transformed into human form and called him "Mo Chengyuan" with her innocent amber eyes, he felt that all the days of waiting were worth it.

He will teach her to speak, from simple words to complete sentences.

He would hold her hand, teach her to walk, and watch her stumble and fall like a kitten learning to walk, and couldn't help but bend down and help her up.

When she curiously poked at his computer screen, he patiently explained to her what those "glowing cubes" were.

He discovered that his Yunshu was very smart; she could learn anything quickly, unlike a cat!

Liu Yunshu was talking to Xiao Ba in her mind.

"I can only transform into human form at fifteen? When will I be able to control it?"

"This is the first time I've encountered something like this," Xiao Ba said, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "Perhaps it's related to the moonlight spiritual energy you absorbed? Maybe once you've accumulated enough spiritual energy, you'll be able to control your form on your own."

Liu Yunshu lay on Mo Chengyuan's lap and flicked the tip of her tail.

Gathering spiritual energy? When will that be?

Just then, Mo Chengyuan gently scratched her chin with his fingertips, his voice gentle: "What are you thinking about? Your tail isn't moving."

Liu Yunshu raised her head, rubbed her pink nose against his finger, and made a "purring" sound in her throat, pretending that she was just an innocent little cat.

Just when Mo Chengyuan had decided to cherish this "monthly gift" for the rest of his life, an unexpected change occurred.