He lured her deep into his trap, using both overt and covert methods to seduce her.

As he spoke, his large, warm hands still held Song Zhi's slender feet firmly, as if afraid she would run away.

Song Zhi became increasingly embarrassed by Fu Lu's intimate actions. Her face flushed, she pleaded softly, "Let me go! I can run away by myself."

However, Fu Lu simply smiled slightly, a charming curve appearing at the corners of his mouth.

"Then be a good boy/girl."

After saying that, he slowly released his hand, reached for a few tissues from the table beside him, wiped the water off his hands, and then took out an exquisite velvet box from his suit pocket.

He gently opened the box and showed it to Song Zhi.

Song Zhi looked at the box with curiosity, and when she saw what was inside, she was completely stunned.

This is the ring she gave to Fu Lu at home before.

"Fu Lu, what are you doing?"

Song Zhi stared wide-eyed, asking with a blank expression.

Fu Lu raised an eyebrow: "Can't you tell?"

Faced with Fu Lu's question, Song Zhi subconsciously lowered her eyes and mumbled in feigned ignorance, "I...I don't know."

"In fact, at this moment, her heart was already pounding with panic."

Seeing that Song Zhi was deliberately pretending to be stupid, Fu Lu stopped beating around the bush.

He simply reached out and grabbed Song Zhi's right hand, then swiftly slipped the ring onto her ring finger.

"Don't worry, this isn't a marriage proposal, it's just a declaration of love. So, be with me, Song Zhi."

Fu Lu gazed into Song Zhi's eyes and said these words with deep affection.

Song Zhi stared intently at Fu Lu's serious expression. The words she wanted to say to refuse him were stuck in her throat, as if something was blocking her mouth, and she couldn't say them no matter what.

In fact, she knew all too well how much she liked Fu Lu deep down.

At that moment, her gaze unconsciously fell on the exquisite ring on her finger, which, under the soft light, even shimmered with dazzling and captivating light.

Song Zhi couldn't help but mutter softly, "Hmph, everyone else receives beautiful flowers."

Although the sound was not loud, it still reached Fu Lu's ears clearly.

Hearing this, Fu Lu smiled slightly, then reached out and gently and carefully stroked Song Zhi's head, saying softly, "Don't worry, from now on, I'll send you flowers every day, okay?"

"You don't need to deliver it every day."

Song Zhi spoke softly, her face, which was already slightly flushed with shyness, instantly turning as red as a ripe apple.

She quickly turned her head away from Fu Lu, silently pursing her lips and saying nothing.

However, Fu Lu did not give up. Instead, he continued to coax patiently in a soft voice, "Then let's be together, okay? Let me take good care of you for the rest of my life."

At this moment, Song Zhi still kept her head down, silent like a child who had made a mistake.

But her fingers began to thoughtfully rub the ring on the ring finger of her left hand.

After a while, Song Zhi lowered her head slightly, and a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz drifted out from her mouth: "Sigh, the ring is already on my finger, how can I refuse?"

As these words, tinged with a hint of reproach, fell, the smile in Fu Lu's deep eyes grew even wider.

He smiled slightly and said softly, "Girlfriend."

Upon hearing this address, Song Zhi's pretty face instantly flushed red, and a wave of shyness welled up in her heart. She subconsciously turned her head away, not daring to meet Fu Lu's gaze.

However, Fu Lu did not get the response he wanted, so he leaned down slightly, his whole body leaning forward, and pinned Song Zhi firmly against the soft sofa.

"Childish..."

Fu Lu called Song Zhi's name again, his tone full of tenderness and affection.

At this moment, Song Zhi blushed deeply because of this sudden intimate gesture. She stared wide-eyed at Fu Lu, who was standing right in front of her, and said coquettishly, "What are you doing? Get up!"

Despite Song Zhi's protest, Fu Lu remained unmoved. Instead, he lowered his head and gently kissed her pink lips.

Then, he raised his head, staring intently at Song Zhi, and asked with a hint of threat, "Tell me, are you my girlfriend or not?"

Song Zhi was flustered by Fu Lu's straightforward actions and didn't know how to respond for a moment.

Seeing that she remained silent, Fu Lu moved closer to her again, his warm breath brushing against her cheek, making her heart beat faster involuntarily.

Finally, Song Zhi could no longer bear the ambiguous atmosphere, and she hurriedly replied, "Yes, yes, of course I'm yours!"

These words struck Fu Lu like a thunderbolt, instantly filling his once empty heart.

He straightened up, sat back down next to Song Zhi, then reached out a large hand, gently took Song Zhi's small hand, carefully held it in his palm, and slowly kneaded it.

At this moment, the atmosphere between the two was sweet and warm, as if time had stood still.

Song Zhi raised her head slightly, glanced at him cautiously out of the corner of her eye, and then quickly lowered her head, as if afraid of being discovered.

Then, in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz, she whispered, "Ninth Brother, if... if I don't agree, will you be angry?"

After she finished speaking, she bit her lip tightly and nervously twisted the hem of her clothes with both hands, waiting for the other person's reply.

Upon hearing this, Fu Lu slowly raised his eyes and met Song Zhi's gaze, which was filled with trepidation and anticipation.

After a moment of silence, he gently shook his head, a faint smile playing on his lips, and softly replied, "No, it won't happen."

Only he himself knew that if Song Zhizhen rejected him, he would never give up easily.

He would confess his feelings to her again and again until she nodded in agreement.

At this moment, Song Zhi's cheeks were flushed, and she was too shy to say another word.

Her mind was a mess; she had no idea what to do or say next.

After all, this was not the kind of extremely romantic confession scene she had imagined.

In her original fantasy, it should have been under a dazzling display of fireworks, amidst fragrant flowers, her beloved would confess his love tenderly, and then the two would embrace and kiss.

But the reality is that at this very moment, she is sitting there soaking her feet.

Although the occasion lacked any romantic atmosphere, it seemed that none of this could stop two hearts from drawing closer to each other.

Thinking of this, Song Zhi's gaze involuntarily fell once again on Fu Lu's beautifully shaped lips.

For some reason, she suddenly recalled the feeling of the kiss before.

Fu Lu's lips were soft and easy to kiss.

She had tried it before.

She couldn't help but swallow, and unconsciously said, "Ninth Brother, how about we kiss?"