Zhong Tingyue thought about it carefully and realized that her mother was right.

I'm too conservative when it comes to sex, even to the point of being deliberately conservative, which isn't a good thing.

Since the two are already together, it's only natural that they would have a physical relationship.

Outside, the rain was pouring down, while inside the room, the two looked at each other, silently staring at one another.

Chu Fang tilted his head, a clear question mark appearing on it: ?

What's going on?

This woman is acting strange today.

As she quietly removed the wicked arm, a faint smile curved Zhong Tingyue's lips, her eyes like a vast starry sky: "Virtue!"

What are you doing?

How long have we been together?

"Why are you asking this?" Chu Fang touched his own forehead, then touched the other person's, comparing them, and muttered softly, "No fever," but then shook his head: "I don't remember."

Unlike other girls who would get angry that their boyfriends didn't remember the date they got together—because she remembered—Zhong Tingyue pursed her lips and replied, "281 days."

Upon hearing this, Chu Fang raised an eyebrow: "So long?"

He scratched his face and continued, "Why don't I feel anything?"

In his memory, the events between the two of them were as vivid as if they happened yesterday. He even had a vivid image of the first time he met Zhong Tingyue in his mind.

Unexpectedly, more than half a year has passed in the blink of an eye; life is unpredictable.

“I think… …” Zhong Tingyue pondered for a moment, then said slowly, “I think our relationship should take another step forward.”

Chu Fang didn't understand the meaning of Zhong Tingyue's words, and without even blinking, asked, "What? Are you going to take off?"

"At what stage do you think sexual activity between men and women should take place?"

“... ..."

Chu Fang paused for less than a second before sitting up straight, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he stared intently at Zhong Tingyue.

He finally understood.

Good heavens, this woman has finally figured it out.

Finally, remembering the miserable life he had led, she decided to save him from his misery.

A man will always be a man, never truly honest, unless he's hanging on a wall... Zhong Tingyue rolled her eyes subtly, with a unique charm, as she stroked Lily and said, "I've been thinking, we should take this further..."

Before he could finish speaking, Chu Fang quickly nodded, "That's right."

"We shouldn't deliberately avoid that kind of thing..."

"Yes. "

"There needs to be a plan and preparation..."

"Yes."

"You're an idiot."

"Yes."

"..." Zhong Tingyue's words were stuck in her throat, unable to speak. She was utterly speechless. She took a deep breath, glared at her boyfriend, and said, "Can you wait until I finish what I have to say?"

Chu Fang scratched the back of his head, grinning innocently. Zhong Tingyue was about to continue speaking when she suddenly paused.

Interrupted by Chu Fang, she forgot what she wanted to say.

After nearly ten seconds, unable to recall what he had in mind, he resignedly said, "I think we should do what couples do, but we should resolve the relevant issues before doing it."

After waiting a few seconds, Chu Fang cautiously asked, "Is it over?"

Zhong Tingyue nodded, then suddenly slapped her forehead, as if remembering something. She went into her bedroom, and after a moment, took out a piece of paper, came out, and sat down beside him. Chu Fang glanced at it; it was covered with dense writing.

She then said, "The problems between us can be divided into two types: one is material, and the other is spiritual."

"First of all, let's talk about material things. Before we do that, we need to have a sufficient material foundation, such as dowry, place of residence, means of production, and so on."

Chu Fang tilted his head: "President Zhong, are you getting cocky? Doubting my abilities?"

Has this woman lost her mind?

I earn ten million a day, and you're telling me that's enough 'material foundation'?

Whom do you look down on?

“Oh, this isn’t directed at you, it’s directed at me,” Zhong Tingyue said casually. “We are equal individuals, so in terms of material wealth, we also need to be sufficiently equal.”

Upon hearing this, Chu Fang lay down on the sofa like a dead dog.

So this woman doesn't want to get married.

For your studio to achieve material equality with me, it's going to be extremely difficult.

“Of course, it’s not absolutely equal.” Zhong Tingyue glanced at her boyfriend. “After all, you’re so good at making money, I can’t compare to you. My idea is that my savings are enough to pay the down payment for a house in Shanghai.”

This is very important. For Chinese people, a house is not only a place to live, but also a symbol of family harmony and happiness.

Zhong Tingyue thought about it for a long time, always putting the house first, as it represented their family.

Seeing that her boyfriend was still acting like a deadbeat, she knew what he was thinking and continued, "Don't worry, my savings will be enough for the down payment soon, no more than three months."

Upon hearing this, Chu Fang perked up and sat up again: "President Zhong is rich."

In less than three months, it will be done; in a moment, he saw the future.

Hope is just around the corner!

Zhong Tingyue considered for a moment and continued, "Now that we've settled the material aspects, let's move on to the spiritual aspects. First, we need to be mentally prepared and have sufficient expectations before doing 'that'; second, the relationship can progress slowly, step by step, without rushing it all at once."

"Then there's no hope." Upon hearing this, Chu Fang shook his head.

Why?

Chu Fang raised his buttocks, deliberately highlighting his advantage, and said, "I have the ability to get straight to the stomach."

“... ..."

The car caught Zhong Tingyue off guard. She stretched out her foot and gently stepped on Chu Fang's private parts, and the latter said with a grin, "Put harder."

Next, Zhong Tingyue shared her thoughts on the spiritual realm and the problems that need to be addressed.

The more Chu Fang listened, the more difficult the matter seemed.

This woman was like drawing a picture of a cake for him—the cake was round and big, and smelled delicious, but he could only see it and couldn't eat it.

As Zhong Tingyue spoke, Chu Fang's hand quietly reached its peak again. The former glanced at him and said, "Are you sick?"

"I'm not sick," Chu Fang said openly. "You said it yourself, couples need to adapt to each other, and I'm adapting, aren't I?"

Zhong Tingyue pouted, but instead of stopping him as usual, she let Chu Fang do as he pleased. Seeing this, he became excited.

This isn't a cookie, it's real!

After a long while, Zhong Tingyue's clear voice, tinged with a hint of confusion, asked, "Is it really that interesting?"

Almost ten minutes had passed, and Chu Fang was still having a blast like a child.

Chu Fang nodded seriously: "Interesting."

“... ..."