Accusations of not wanting to marry: The prosecutor pressed him relentlessly.

They had only been apart for two days, but Fang Youxi was still very happy to hear Mu Wangbei say he missed her.

Moreover, with Mu Wangbei's looks and demeanor, when he looks into your eyes and pitifully asks "Can you?", it's simply impossible to refuse him.

He initially mistook her for his blind date, which was just a misunderstanding. She flirted with him because he was handsome, and it was also a spur-of-the-moment thing.

Unexpectedly, almost three months have passed since they got together.

He was cold and didn't talk much, but Fang Youxi felt that Mu Wangbei was a very warm person inside.

As for myself, although I appear to be enthusiastic and cheerful, only I know that I am not easy to get close to people.

The two of them were very comfortable together, and Fang Youxi felt that things were just fine as they were.

A quick glance revealed a lightweight tote bag that Mu Wangbei had brought over by the entrance hall, and her newly formed romantic thoughts retreated again.

At night, a man might not just be thinking about her as a person; he might also be driven by lust.

But it doesn't matter. She was with him for this kind of relationship anyway. It's about physical and mental pleasure, without talking about marriage or getting involved in anything. It's easy and stress-free for both of them.

"Were you originally planning to stay overnight at the hot spring resort?" So I came here and picked up a change of clothes.

"A childhood friend came back from Shenyang, and we're all getting together. I was going to invite you, but you're always so busy on Saturdays." This gentle, persuasive approach was a habit Mu Wangbei had developed at work; he almost instinctively wanted to ask Fang Youxi what was going on today.

To his surprise, Fang Youxi didn't respond in the same way he was asking. Instead, she grinned and asked, "Which childhood friend? Is it the boyfriend of that beautiful restaurant owner we ate at last time?"

"Yes, Jiang Chengyun, that's the place he chose."

Fang Youxi, trying to make conversation, asked, "How many of your childhood friends do you have?"

"Two. I don't have many friends, but I've known these two since childhood, for many years." Mu Wangbei then brought the conversation back on track: "They both want to meet you. How about I introduce you to them next time? It'll probably be a Saturday, are you okay?"

"We'll see. Do you want to take a shower? You'll be sleeping on the sofa tonight, Prosecutor Mu. I'll go get you a blanket." Fang Youxi teasingly touched his face: "I'm only letting you in this time because it's a bit of a stretch. It won't work if you try to play the victim next time."

Mu Wangbei's feelings were somewhat complicated. He always felt that Fang Youxi was hiding something from him, but his conscience told him that as a man, he couldn't do that. It was Fang Youxi's freedom to arrange her rest time reasonably, and as her boyfriend, he couldn't be too controlling.

Let's put the topic of Saturday behind us.

While Mu Wangbei was washing up, Fang Youxi quickly went to the dressing room and found a bracelet. It was black with a silver buckle, unisex. She had picked it up thinking of mixing and matching it with other jewelry. It was a completely useless little piece of junk. It cost 3900 yuan, which was 500 yuan more expensive than Tang Ze's tie.

Although it's a bit perfunctory, I'll take this one. The rest are all women's items, and there's really nothing else that I can show off.

This is also why Fang Youxi doesn't like talking about relationships; it's too mentally taxing.

When she was fourteen or fifteen, she would rack her brains over what birthday gift to give Fang Keying. That year, she lived a frugal life for half a year, saved some money, did a lot of research, and bought her mother a limited-edition piece of jewelry, hoping to please her.

My mother simply said that I have plenty of these, and I don't need to buy them anymore.

She had never seen Fang Keying wear that piece of jewelry, though it was possible that they didn't see each other often.

After that, Fang Youxi basically stopped putting her heart into gift-giving. She would just give a token gift, prioritize herself when buying things, and take any small items she liked home. She would pick something casually when she needed to make a social obligation. She didn't want to waste any more brain cells on this matter.

Fang Youxi sat cross-legged on the sofa, playing with the small box containing the bracelet, waiting for the handsome man to emerge from the bath.

Mu Wangbei came out in his pajamas and saw her fiddling with a small orange box in her hand. He asked, "What's this?"

"It's just a little gift for you, nothing fancy, don't mind it."

She took out the bracelet and put it on him, then looked him up and down by his wrist. Actually, the black bracelet with silver buckle looked quite good on him.

Mu Wangbei didn't have the habit of wearing such jewelry, but he didn't refuse it either. He looked at it; it was black, very understated, and he couldn't tell what brand it was. He found it acceptable.

The two were very close, the fragrance of Fang Youxi's hair lingering in his nostrils. She must have washed her hair last night, as the ends were still a little damp. Her face was lowered, her eyelashes were curled, and her skin was fair and rosy, delicate and translucent. Mu Wangbei leaned over and kissed her ear: "Why did you suddenly give me a gift?"

Fang Youxi thought she couldn't very well say that everyone in the family had one, since even Lu Yanli, who was completely superfluous, had gotten a keychain. She felt a little guilty about that, so she could only make up a story: "I like you, so I gave you this gift to make you happy."

She's good at sweet-talking people, but I don't know if she's really sincere.

Mu Wangbei followed her earlobe to her lips, and once he started kissing her, he couldn't stop...

This night of debauchery was even more outrageous than the previous two. Today, Mu Wangbei was a bit too much for Fang Youxi to handle. She was so sleepy and tired that she didn't have the strength to climb back into her own bed. Before falling asleep, she was thinking that she had already broken her habit of sleeping with others twice for him. There's no third time, and she really can't be soft-hearted towards him again next time.