The city at night is brightly lit and filled with the warmth of everyday life.

In the past, when Chu Fang saw the lights of thousands of homes and everyone else had company, especially those who were worse off than him who had found their true love and lifelong companionship, a sense of loneliness and desolation would well up in his heart. But now, as he slowly withdrew his gaze and looked at Zhong Tingyue on the sofa, the loneliness in his heart vanished completely.

He also found his life's purpose.

He walked over and sat down next to his girlfriend, then lay back on the sofa, watching the TV in front of him. The TV was playing a boring and melodramatic drama, which he watched with great interest.

Having experienced the highs and lows, the extravagance and debauchery, this is the life he wants now—simple and ordinary, yet incredibly wonderful.

Zhong Tingyue's uniquely clear voice reached his ears: "Mr. Chu, are you very proud of yourself?"

“Yes,” Chu Fang nodded in agreement, “My heart is indifferent.”

Zhong Tingyue turned her head, her star-like eyes fixed on him, and said slowly, "What's wrong with you? Why are you touching my heart?"

"Hehe..." Chu Fang slowly withdrew his hands, which were about to climb the 'peak'. He wasn't embarrassed at being exposed. On the contrary, he replied seriously, "My heart has stopped beating. I just want to touch you. Is that alright, Ms. Zhong?"

“No way!” Zhong Tingyue rolled her eyes.

He immediately stood up and strode towards the bedroom. A moment later, he emerged, holding a document. He stood before Chu Fang, looking down at him with a clear, serene face, as bright as the moon, revealing a serious expression.

"Mr. Chu, in order to live together better, improve the quality of life for both of us, and lay the foundation for our future life, I think it is necessary for us to have a heart-to-heart talk and sign a cohabitation code."

"Cohabitation rules?!" Chu Fang's pupils widened.

“Yes.” Zhong Tingyue nodded, handed him the document, and said softly, “First, we are in a cohabiting relationship, but cohabitation does not equal sharing a bed. Therefore, please respect yourself and stop bothering Ms. Zhong Tingyue. Otherwise, Ms. Zhong Tingyue has the right to refuse and take a series of punitive actions.”

Seeing Chu Fang open his mouth, she stopped muttering and asked, "Is there anything you want to say?"

Chu Fang said slowly, "Isn't this inappropriate?... ..."

"What's wrong with you?" Upon hearing this, Zhong Tingyue said, "Did you live with me just to sleep with me? Chu Fang, you have betrayed my trust in you."

“Living together isn’t just about sleeping together, but it’s absolutely unreasonable if you don’t even want to sleep with me.” As he spoke, Chu Fang stretched his neck. “You didn’t want to sleep with me? Zhong Tingyue, I’m disappointed in you, very disappointed, extremely disappointed.”

Facing that gaze as intense as the sun, Zhong Tingyue blushed, forcefully suppressing her shyness: "What's it to you?!"

“... ..."

This woman has the same idea! ... Chu Fang was too lazy to argue with her. Looking at the rules for living together, one rule after another, it was obvious that Zhong Tingyue had put a lot of thought into it.

After a moment, Zhong Tingyue spoke again: "Secondly, I'm renting your house, therefore I'm your customer. Please respect your customer status; otherwise, I have the right to move out..."

This woman is really clever; her rules are like a wire mesh, trapping Chu Fang completely and giving him no chance to take advantage.

"Finally, Ms. Zhong Tingyue reserves the right to the final interpretation of the cohabitation rules!"

I've finally finished talking after all this time.

"Then what's the point of living together?" Chu Fang twitched the corner of his mouth. Sleeping together under the same blanket, black stockings, high heels, uniforms... ... ... all his thoughts ultimately came to nothing.

Chung Ting-yueh explained, "Living together is to better adapt to life as a couple. If we can make it work, that's great. But if there are problems or disagreements, we'll just 'go it alone' and go straight to bed with each other."

He paused, then his voice became more serious: "It's not for you 'GhS'."

"What if you want 'GhS'?"

“... ..."

After some back and forth, many unreasonable rules were cut, such as touching hands and kissing... which were no longer considered harassment; the two would share household chores;...

The two drafted a final set of rules for living together.

Chu Fang signed his name readily. Zhong Tingyue took the rules and showed them to her: "These have legal effect. You are not allowed to cross the line."

After saying that, he went to his bedroom, while Chu Fang shrugged: "Bottom line? Bottom lines are meant to be broken. I have plenty of time to play with you."

In a short time, many thoughts and ideas had formed in his mind.

As night deepened, Zhong Tingyue stepped out of her room and, noticing the burning gaze, turned to glare at him: "Don't peek!"

Chu Fang said calmly, "I installed a surveillance camera in the bathroom. If you're so capable, then don't take a shower."

"Mr. Chu, you're a monster!"

"hey-hey... ..."

Zhong Tingyue tossed her hair: "As long as you can control your temper, you can do as you please."

Seeing his girlfriend swagger into the bathroom, Chu Fang thought to himself, "Damn it! I'm really going to have to install a security camera someday."

He looked away and met the green eyes of Lily the tabby cat, who was tilting her head and looking at him with a wary look in her eyes, as if she thought he was a bad guy.

“... ..."

Chu Fang could only remain silent.

A moment later, the bathroom door opened, and he looked in the direction of the sound.

Zhong Tingyue wore an elegant silk nightgown. The soft texture was like a cloud, hugging her exquisite curves. At the neckline, several delicate straps intertwined, revealing her soft collarbone and slender shoulder and neck lines. She was pure and refined, with fair and jade-like skin that was so delicate that it could almost glow.

At this moment, she is like a beautiful ink painting, fresh and elegant.

"Hey, wake up! You're practically drooling." Zhong Tingyue waved her hand in front of him, and as her boyfriend snapped out of his daze, a faint smile appeared on her lips.

It is a very proud thing to be appreciated by the person you love.

Are you stunned, young man?

Chu Fang came to his senses and looked at his girlfriend seriously: "You're quite vulgar. Do you think I only think about those filthy things?"

Isn't that so?

"Wrong!" Chu Fang's voice rose a few decibels. "That's art! It's a beautiful picture of longing for the good things in the world that's spontaneously constructed in the mind; it's the driving force behind the progress and development of human society; it's..."

As he argued, he picked up the hair dryer, while Zhong Tingyue sat down and let Chu Fang do his hair. The rustling sound of the hair dryer echoed throughout the room.

Chu Fang stroked his girlfriend's hair; it was soft and smooth. His fingers ran through every strand of hair, and the sensation was particularly pleasant. Zhong Tingyue's hair was like jet-black jade, glossy and smooth, and it danced in the wind when a strong breeze blew by.

Furthermore, it emits a faint, pleasant fragrance, not the smell of shampoo, but rather a natural scent inherent in the hair itself.

The two fell silent, the only sound being the hairdryer.

Chu Fang was blow-drying his hair with a serious expression, while Zhong Tingyue had two cheerful dimples on her face.

... ...

“... ..."