"Until Next Time" was a melancholic song by Lu Lingbai, hailed as a divine masterpiece that had moved countless listeners to tears.

Xiao Mu hurriedly listened to it once, absorbing the feel. Perfect!

He stepped out. Chuxingyue and Night Glass outside stared in surprise at the guitar in his hands.

"What brand is this? So gorgeous!" Night Glass couldn't resist touching it.

Chuxingyue asked, "Xiao Mu, you actually had money to buy a guitar?"

"A friend gave it," Xiao Mu chuckled. "Shall I start now?"

"Mhm, go ahead," Night Glass said, propping her chin on her hands, big eyes fixed on him.

Chuxingyue looked equally expectant.

Xiao Mu sat on the sofa, took a light breath, his gaze sharpening with focus.

"Let's pause right here,

We all must grow up,

This is something everyone experiences,

Isn't it~"

Unlike the crisp, fresh voice he used for "A Little Like" last time, Xiao Mu's tone now was deep and strangely magnetic. It instantly hooked Chuxingyue and Night Glass.

The sorrowful melody struck straight to their hearts. Only his singing filled their minds. Before they knew it, clear tears traced their cheeks.

I want... I want... to cry my heart out...

Xiao Mu himself was lost in the music. When it ended, he noticed a slight dampness at his eye's corner.

He glanced at the girls. Tear tracks marked their faces.

"How was it?" Xiao Mu asked, smiling.

"Master, you're totally my idol!" Night Glass gushed dramatically.

"Very beautiful," Chuxingyue admitted honestly.

Ding! Night Glass's favor toward the host increased by 2 points. Host, keep it up!

Ding! Chuxingyue's favor toward the host increased by 3 points. Host, keep it up!

Xiao Mu grinned. "Time to keep your promise?"

Chuxingyue and Night Glass exchanged glances. Night Glass, bolder, moved behind him first, starting to massage his back.

"Hmph, lucky you!" she huffed, pressing harder on purpose.

Chuxingyue blushed—shy by nature—but after a pause, she ducked her head and joined behind him, massaging another spot.

Ding! Mission complete. Reward: 50 points.

Xiao Mu felt lightheaded. Two stunning beauties... massaging his back together! Like a dream.

He closed his eyes slightly, savoring it.

Night Glass's eyes darted. A mischievous smile spread. She shushed Chuxingyue, who nodded curiously.

Night Glass quietly grabbed a strand of hair from Xiao Mu's scalp. "Master, comfortable like this?"

"Okay, but more pressure would be better..." he murmured.

"Mhm, more... pressure!" She yanked the hair out hard!

Xiao Mu's eyes flew wide. Sudden pain shot him upright from the sofa.

"Ahhh!! Night Glass, you little brat—you're dead!" he roared, lunging at her.

"Hehe, catch me!" Night Glass dodged behind Chuxingyue, sticking her tongue out.