Everyone was quietly making their way home or slipping into bed within the tranquil walls of the Jade Palace.

The day had been long and taxing — a heroic effort to save Megalopolis City from chaos after the catastrophic incident that threatened to tear the very fabric of the sky, forcing the ancient Pillar of Heaven to crack and tremble.

The air still hummed with the echoes of that battle, but now, peace had settled over the palace like a gentle, warm blanket.

In the soft glow of lantern light, the palace was hushed, shadows dancing on the ornate walls.

Outside, the moon cast a silvery sheen across the rooftops, bathing the courtyard in a tranquil glow.

Inside, everyone was fast asleep, lost in dreams, save for one.

You were the last to remain awake, quietly checking on your friends, your heart full of gratitude for their safety.

Finally, you approached Wukong’s door.

The golden-haired Monkey King, usually lively and exuberant, was peacefully asleep.

His form was sprawled across the bed, half-covered by a rumpled blanket that slipped to the floor, revealing his relaxed, peaceful face.

A soft, almost imperceptible snore escaped as he drooled slightly, mumbling in his sleep, a faint smile lingering on his lips.

You couldn’t help but chuckle softly at the sight, warmth blooming in your chest.

Carefully, you placed the lantern on the bedside table, its gentle glow casting a cozy light over the room.

You reached out, gently smoothing the blanket over him, making sure he was tucked in comfortably.

Just as you were about to step back, Wukong’s hand shot out, grabbing your wrist with surprising strength and tenderness.

His eyes, half-lidded and drowsy, gazed up at you.

With a mischievous grin curling on his lips, he murmured softly, "Goodnight kiss?"

Your brow arched in surprise — was he still dreaming, or was there a flicker of something more in those deep, golden eyes?

You paused, the moment hanging delicately in the quiet night, wondering if underneath the playful request lay a deeper longing, or if he was simply caught between sleep and wakefulness.