"Sister Xingyue, look at me," Xiao Mu said softly.

Chuxingyue turned her tear-filled eyes toward him. Her appearance filled Xiao Mu’s heart with pity.

Without many words, Xiao Mu slowly lowered his head. Before Chuxingyue could react, he pressed his lips to hers.

At that moment, Chuxingyue almost lost the ability to think. Xiao Mu… he actually kissed her?

Aaaah!

Her heart pounded wildly. Her face flushed. A faint sense of happiness spread through her chest.

Since her affection for Xiao Mu was already at 83, she felt no repulsion.

They held this pose for tens of seconds, unmoving. Finally, Xiao Mu lifted his head first.

For some reason, Chuxingyue felt a faint sense of loss.

But more than that, she was happy—Xiao Mu had kissed her longer than he’d kissed Night Glass!

*Ding! Chuxingyue’s affection for the host increased by 2 points. Host, please keep it up.*

Xiao Mu said gently, "Sister Xingyue, can we go back now?"

"Mm…" Chuxingyue nodded, her face crimson. She didn’t dare meet his eyes.

Xiao Mu swept her into a princess carry. Chuxingyue didn’t resist; only her ears burned hot.

His strong scent washed over her. His warm embrace made her head spin. Her heart fluttered like a startled fawn.

This feeling was so good…

Chuxingyue stole a glance at Xiao Mu’s profile. A faint smile touched her lips.

Soon, they returned to Xiao Mu’s room. Night Glass sat on the sofa, waiting.

Xiao Mu placed Chuxingyue on the other sofa. "Sister Xingyue, I’ll grab medicine from my room to apply."

Luckily, he always kept supplies—cold remedies and bruise ointments—on hand.

"Mm." Chuxingyue nodded.

Night Glass watched silently, realizing Chuxingyue had sprained her ankle.

As Xiao Mu fetched the medicine, the two women sat quietly. The air grew awkward.

"Sister Xingyue, it was just an accident. Don’t be angry," Night Glass said first.

"I’m not angry." Chuxingyue truly felt better now. Xiao Mu’s kiss had calmed her.

"Good." Night Glass fell silent.

Xiao Mu soon returned with medicine and cotton swabs, ready to tend to Chuxingyue.

"Master, let me do it. Boys are clumsy—you might hurt Sister Xingyue," Night Glass insisted seriously.

Xiao Mu paused, scratching his head. "Fair point. You handle it."

"Wait!" Chuxingyue cut in quickly. "I’d prefer Xiao Mu. I trust him. No need to trouble you, Night Glass."

Night Glass gritted her teeth and relented.

Chuxingyue wore a light green dress today. To apply the ointment, she lifted the hem slightly.

She felt shy but not resistant.

When her snow-white calf was revealed, Xiao Mu’s gaze locked on it. He swallowed hard.

Seeing him stare, Chuxingyue’s face burned like fire. She said nothing.

*If he likes to look, let him look.*

Night Glass pouted. *What’s the big deal?*

After seven or eight seconds, Xiao Mu snapped out of it. He smiled awkwardly.

He’d gotten lost in the sight. Chuxingyue’s charm was simply too strong!