When Xiao Mu and Chuxingyue returned to his room, they found Night Glass actually cleaning for him.

This surprised him—Night Glass didn’t seem like the type to do chores.

Worse, Chuxingyue had earlier offered to tidy up for him herself.

Sure enough, Chuxingyue’s expression shifted slightly.

Xiao Mu silently facepalmed inwardly. Night Glass had picked the worst possible moment to help.

"This is Night Glass," Xiao Mu introduced them. "My new disciple. And this is my neighbor, Chuxingyue—you can call her Sister Xingyue."

"Nice to meet you, Sister Xingyue," Night Glass greeted politely.

"Mm, hello," Chuxingyue smiled back. "May I call you Xiao Li?"

"Of course."

Seeing the cordial atmosphere, Xiao Mu relaxed.

Thankfully, Night Glass’s affection level toward him was still low. Otherwise… who knew what might happen.

"Sister Xingyue, you shouldn’t let a guest clean," Chuxingyue smoothly intervened. "I’ll handle it."

Night Glass paused briefly. "It’s fine. Since I’ll be with Master often at school, small favors like this don’t matter."

*Xiao Mu’s head throbbed.* He really couldn’t let his guard down.

"Night Glass, Sister Xingyue—let’s focus on Sanshou training," Xiao Mu steered the topic back.

"Alright."

"Okay."

Chuxingyue watched intently as Xiao Mu demonstrated Sanshou moves. She’d doubted his skills earlier, but his poised execution proved otherwise.

Her slender frame struggled with the motions, forcing Xiao Mu to correct her posture up close.

Chuxingyue flushed—Night Glass was watching! Yet she didn’t pull away. *Let her see this.*

Night Glass’s eyes flickered. "Master, I’m stuck too. Can you teach me?"

"Sure." Xiao Mu focused on explaining the technique’s core.

His gentle concentration made Chuxingyue’s chest tighten.

*Why… why look at her like that?*

Chuxingyue bit her lip. "Xiao Mu, I still don’t get it. Show me again?"

"Okay." He moved back to her side.

"Master, this part again…"

Xiao Mu turned back.

"Xiao Mu, about this spot—"

His eye twitched. He trudged back to Chuxingyue.

"Master—"

"Xiao Mu—"

*God, just end me now.*

Xiao Mu’s soul was crumbling.

*Ding! New task: Have Chuxingyue and Night Glass each massage the Host’s back once. Reward: 50 points.*

The system’s announcement left him speechless. *Impossible. This has to be a glitch.*

He racked his brain—getting one to agree was hard enough. Both?

The task felt crushing. One step at a time. Surviving this Sanshou lesson came first.