Xiao Mu lifted his head and locked eyes with Chuxingyue.

Her gaze lingered, captivated once more by his eyes.

Her lips parted slightly in surprise at his sudden movement.

Xiao Mu’s gaze drifted to her tempting lips. He swallowed hard, memories of their recent kiss flooding back.

A simmering heat stirred in his chest. Just touching Chuxingyue’s smooth skin had already pushed him to his limit…

Now, staring at those rosy lips, an urge surged through him—to kiss her again.

But fear held him back. What if she hated him for it?

Then he remembered: her favorability toward him was at 88!

*This should be fine!*

Slowly, he leaned closer. Their faces drew nearer, inch by inch.

Chuxingyue’s body tensed instantly. Her cheeks flushed crimson—adorable beyond words.

Xiao Mu’s resolve wavered, yet he continued his slow approach until their foreheads nearly touched.

Chuxingyue closed her eyes. *Was this consent?*

*If so… here goes nothing!*

Gently, Xiao Mu kissed her again.

The sensation was intoxicating. He was already addicted.

At first, Chuxingyue remained passive. But gradually, she began to respond. Their body heat rose.

Her arms tightened around his waist, lost in the kiss.

Xiao Mu eased her back onto the sofa. One hand cradled the back of her head; the other braced beside her.

Two inexperienced lovers fumbled at first, then found their rhythm. Only when breath grew scarce did they slowly part.

A glistening thread connected their lips. Chuxingyue’s eyes were hazy, her chest rising and falling gently.

"Was that… nice, Jiejie?" Xiao Mu whispered before he could stop himself.

Chuxingyue burned with shame, unable to answer.

*Ding! Chuxingyue’s favorability toward the host increased by 1 point. Keep it up!*

*Another point? That’s 89 now!*

He recalled the system’s warning: at 90 favorability, he could attempt a "tuidao" (physical intimacy)!

*Just one more point…!*

Triumph roared in Xiao Mu’s heart. *Time to push forward!*

But—

"Xiao Mu," Chuxingyue suddenly murmured, eyes darting away, "I’m tired. I need sleep."

Frustration choked him—he felt like spitting blood. Still, he forced a smile. "Okay."

Her foot, massaged earlier by Xiao Mu, had recovered enough for her to walk unaided.

No need to worry about her now.

Back in his room, Xiao Mu collapsed onto his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

He touched his lips, replaying the kiss, and grinned like an idiot.

*Tomorrow… I’ll do it again.*