MyGO!!! I am the succubus Xiaoxiang?

Xiao Mu, too, her beautiful eyes reflected the warm light, the dishes being served one by one, and Hai Ling's relaxed gaze at Xiang Zi, as if she wanted to block Hai Ling's view and tell her not to look, not to look, as well as Xiang Zi's fluttering like a butterfly, and Xiang Zi's words after preparing the food, inviting the two of them to come and eat.

Family?

Is this what home is?

Well, I want to go home too. I want a home.

Xiao Mu thought to herself leisurely.

He Xiangzi waved goodbye to Hailing.

Looking at the doorplate and the sea bell, he kept turning back every three steps.

"What's wrong, Xiao Mu?"

"Home," Xiao Mu murmured.

"Huh??" Xiangzi looked over, not having heard clearly.

“Hailing’s house is small and cozy,” Xiao Mu said.

"Small and cozy... Actually, Hailing's house is quite big." Xiangzi sighed and reminded her.

Little Mu's house is really big, it's a detached house!

"Xiang, can you come again in the future?" Xiao Mu asked Xiangzi.

Xiao Mu wants to come again.

Although it was small and a bit crowded, Xiangzi sat at a dining table that he could reach out and touch, not a large table so big that he couldn't reach the food, not a place where he could only listen to grand principles while sleeping and eating. Instead, Xiangzi talked about funny things, then grabbed his chopsticks and said that he was not allowed to be picky about food, not to pick out the celery, and that he made the bitter melon himself, which was very delicious, unlike others who didn't even pick out the bitter parts.

After eating, Hailing would nudge her to move aside so they could sprawl on the sofa together, looking at Xiangzi. Then Xiangzi would come over and hug her, using her as a pillow.

Is this home?

I still want to come.

"Can we still come?" Xiao Mu asked softly.

"of course can!"

Hailing answers immediately!

Hey guys! We didn't do anything, and somehow we seem to have made a profit!

Hailing quickly looked at Xiangzi!

If Xiangzi agrees.

That would be a huge profit.

When Xiao Mu comes, Xiangzi comes; when Xiangzi comes, Xiao Mu comes; and so on!

"Okay!" Xiangzi readily agreed, looking at Xiao Mu's expression.

. . . . . .

Xiangzi waited by the roadside for Xiaomu's car and driver to take her home, holding Xiaomu's hand and humming a song.

The song drifted in all directions, at least it didn't seem lonely and dark.

After a long silence, Xiao Mu suddenly spoke.

"Xiang."

"Ok?"

"Hai Ling said that home is where you feel uncomfortable or upset, where you want to go back for a hug and comfort, where you are safest and most comfortable, and where they will never abandon you."

"Yes, that's right." Xiangzi nodded in agreement.

"Then, I feel that you are my home."

Xiangzi turned around and looked at the girl beside him. She grasped his hand with certainty and conviction and said...

"Well, actually," Xiangzi wanted to say something, to say that home isn't like that. Home isn't just about my sister; it's also about my parents and many others. Home is when everyone is together.

“With Xiang around, I’m not even afraid of my mom anymore,” Xiao Mu said.

"..." Xiangzi fell silent.

Are you not even afraid of Ms. Sammy?

. . . . . . .

"So, can I have a home too?" Xiao Mu asked.

"Yes, Xiao Mu will definitely have a home, she definitely will." Xiangzi patted Xiao Mu's head and said with affection.

Xiao Mu nodded cautiously, pulling her hand in as if afraid of losing it.

Xiangzi stood on the road, his breath heavy, watching the smoke and dust dissipate.

Do you have a home?

Looking at the bustling traffic, luxury cars parked in front of them, and Xiao Mu obediently sitting in one, her hands neatly placed together on her thighs, she looked as docile as a doll.

She looked at herself expectantly.

See you tomorrow.

See you tomorrow.

Then, I watched her close the door.

"Xiang."

"Ok?"

Su Shi always says that I seem to really like you.

"Hmm?" Because you're always clinging to me, always by my side, always thinking about me, always wanting to be with me, so Su Shi would say, "Do you like playing with me?"

Xiangzi smiled, just about to explain.

"What does it mean to like?" Xiao Mu asked.

Watching the car drive away.

Xiangzi did not provide an answer.

What is liking?

call.

Open your notes app.

At the very bottom, in the records that are never mentioned.

"I have my own little nest."

After a moment of silence, add it.

"Together with Xiao Mu."

Perhaps it's anticipation for our future together.

Mark it, make it bold, and place it at the top.

. . . . . .

Full of energy, it's another beautiful day.

MUJICA rehearsals have ended.

On the way to a meal and a meeting.

Chu Hua looked at the three identical dishes that were laid out next to her, and even the tiny sushi rolls could be perfectly pieced together for lunch for the three of them.

Xiao Mu and Xiangzi are understandable to me.

Absolutely half-body.

but.

Hailing.

Do you want to explain why your food is the same as theirs?

Also, why were you in MYGO's group last time?

What about me!!!

For some reason, Hailing felt that this meal was particularly delicious, and she would look at Xiaomu from time to time, hoping that the other person felt the same way and wanted to have it again.

I feel like I've been inexplicably having a lot of good luck lately!

Hailing thinks.

"Alright everyone, let me tell you about the next steps!"

Tao Xiang said to the group.

Chapter 97 Most of the time, I'm incredibly clever!

A rare afternoon moment.

The summer sun is so strong that no one wants to go outside.

After all, it's a time when you can hear the sizzling sound of grilled meat even when you're just pouring water on the street.

Going out to eat or something is perfectly fine.

Fortunately, STARRY already sells cooked food and snacks, and there are microwave ovens available.

The air conditioning in the lounge was humming loudly. After their exhilarating performance on stage, everyone lazily found a place to relax.

Hailing leaned back on the sofa, flipping through bass sheet music, chatting intermittently with Chuhua. Chuhua, whose throat was dry from singing, quenched her thirst and took some Ryukakusan (a traditional Chinese medicine). She then started asking Hailing where she went during her breaks, suggesting she take her along sometime. She added that since they were all members of MUJICA, no one should be left out, and that when she wanted to go out, the first people she thought of were the members of MUJICA. So, Hailing, could you recommend places to go and what activities to do so we could go together?

Mana was looking at everyone's comments and praise for herself.

While doing so, I also checked the reviews of my new idol group and SUMIMI.

Xiangzi held the sheet music, seemingly looking at his own score, but in reality...

I secretly watched everyone chatting lazily.

Xiao Mu lay on Xiangzi's lap, stretched like a cat, opened her eyes, and looked at Xiangzi cautiously peeking out from behind the sheet music, her eyes crinkling with laughter.

So-called youth, perhaps, is like this when you look back: in the sweltering summer, a group of people stay in an air-conditioned room, carefree and enjoying life to the fullest. You don't have to talk to each other, but as long as you want to say something, there will always be someone who agrees with you immediately.

Even if someone has a brain fart and says, "Let's go outside and squat on the street," it's not uncommon.

There will be idiots squatting outside asking you why you came out.

You said you didn't know, you just said it offhand.

Then, saying you're crazy, you run back to enjoy the air conditioning, and then loudly complain about how you're thinking such nonsense, thinking whatever comes to mind.

Like now.

"Gurgle~" Mana's stomach rumbled.

As an idol, you need to learn how to manage your body.

Moreover, compared to others, Mana, who doesn't play musical instruments, doesn't burn fat in many places.

As a result, Mana gave up breakfast altogether.

To make room for snacks.

So, Mana, who hadn't eaten breakfast all morning, sat down for a short while—no, actually, she had been making some gurgling noises on stage, and people heard her when she came off stage.

"Lunch?"

"eat!"

So, without anyone noticing, everyone had heated up their own lunchboxes and placed them on the table.

Chu Hua also opened her lunchbox and looked at Xiangzi.

Well, I tried making a bento myself, but it's different from Xiangzi's. Maybe I should try eating something different.

Looking up, I noticed that all three of them had identical bento boxes.

"Ok?"