The Art of Pursuing: The Unyielding Ex-wife-Chapter 362: You Are Just a Living Old Rascal

However, Xu Yisen strongly disagreed with her words and shook his head, arguing, "Men at thirty-one are like a bunch of flowers. Young boys don’t have the experience and charm of older men."

He gently pursed his lips and, without waiting for Qin Muni to respond, spoke again in a somewhat ambiguous tone, "Besides, young boys don’t know how to take care of someone like older men do, especially in bed."

As soon as he finished speaking, he sincerely smiled at Qin Muni, as if expressing that what he had just said was his heartfelt opinion.

Qin Muni was at a loss for words due to his cheeky comments. She exclaimed in frustration and amusement, "You’re just a downright rascal."

Xu Yisen shook his head again in disagreement, "Any love that does not aim for the bed is just fooling around. My actions may seem like those of a rascal, but in fact, I’m genuinely trying to make our relationship last longer."

His earnest reasoning almost made Qin Muni believe him.

She stood up straight, rolled her eyes at Xu Yisen, who looked expectantly at her, and resolutely uttered two words, "No way!"

The simple words of refusal directly rejected Xu Yisen’s request to move in seeking support.

Xu Yisen slumped his shoulders in disappointment, and his gaze at Qin Muni involuntarily revealed a trace of grievance after being rejected.

Yet Qin Muni remained unmoved, "Stop fussing, hurry up and go warm up your own bed."

Xu Yisen mumbled with his thin lips, looking as aggrieved as a bullied schoolboy, "But... I only want to warm your bed."

"No need. Go back quickly."

After finishing, she waved him off and unceremoniously shut the door, leaving Xu Yisen, who had come begging for support, shut outside.

Xu Yisen stared at the tightly closed door before him. The grievance on his face disappeared, replaced by a joyful smile.

He secretly muttered to himself in his heart... it’s okay not to need it now, the future is long.

Due to not being home for two weeks, Qin Muni’s place had accumulated quite a bit of dust.

She contacted the cleaning lady to come in the afternoon, while she cleaned up her room and the study next door herself beforehand.

The study had a wall of books, containing all kinds of books, all categorized neatly.

Most of the books on the wall were collected by Xu Yisen when they got married back then. After they divorced, he left the books in the study and didn’t take them away.

Each time Qin Muni chose a book, she picked from the middle and lower layers, never seriously browsing the top layer.

With nothing to do, she climbed a ladder to glance at the books on the topmost shelf.

The top shelf contained miscellaneous books, and Qin Muni noticed two thick books, the spines bearing the names "From Her Letters (I)", "From Her Letters (II)", and "From Her Letters (III)".

The spines of the three books only had the titles printed, without any author’s name or publishing house information.

Qin Muni raised an eyebrow curiously and took out "From Her Letters (I)".

She held the somewhat heavy book in one arm while cautiously descending the ladder with the other.

She strolled over to the single sofa chair and sat cross-legged before reaching out to uncover the book’s cover, her face suddenly showing an expression of surprise.

She initially thought it might be a Chinese translation of a foreign romance novel, but unexpectedly... it wasn’t a book at all; it was a specially-made box shaped like a book.

Inside the box, there were many letters, each envelope showing exceptionally familiar neat handwriting.

Because... it was clearly her handwriting.