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

Fu Lu frowned. "Anything else? What else did she say?"

Song Zhi shook her head slightly: "No more."

Fu Lu was somewhat skeptical: "Really? You're not lying to me?"

Song Zhi said casually, "Oh, why would I lie to you? I really didn't say anything. And you, how old are you, still arguing with your elders."

"No noise."

"You were punished by kneeling even though you didn't argue. Now look what happened, you're sick."

Fu Lu's lips curled up slightly, forming a faint smile: "I'm fine, just a simple cold. You should go back now, Grandma is waiting for you at home."

After saying that, he coughed twice, which was also inappropriate.

Seeing this, Song Zhi looked worried and said, "Let me get you some water."

Song Zhi turned and walked out of the bedroom, then came back in with a glass of warm water in her hand.

She handed the water glass to Fu Lu: "Have some, to soothe your throat."

Fu Lu reached out and took it: "Thank you, it's late, you should go home."

Song Zhi's delicate face was now filled with displeasure. She pouted her rosy lips slightly and muttered a complaint, "Why are you in such a hurry to get rid of me? Don't you want to see me?"

Hearing this, Fu Lu smiled and said in a low voice, "Grandma has been waiting for you to come back home."

Upon hearing this, Song Zhi's already low spirits sank even further, and she simply responded with a soft "Oh."

After a while, she slowly raised her head, her gaze falling on the face of the person in front of her, and said again, "I understand, you should rest first."

With that, he turned and walked toward the bedroom door.

Fu Lu was completely taken aback that Song Zhi would actually leave so suddenly. His eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief, and he stared at Song Zhi's departing figure until the door was gently closed with a soft sound.

The heartless little guy, he's coughing so obviously, can't he see that he needs someone to keep him company?

She just left like that, she really doesn't know how to care about or cherish her boyfriend at all.

As Fu Lu pondered this, he looked down at the water glass in his hand, his face showing displeasure.

The next second, he swung his arm and slammed the water glass heavily onto the cabinet next to him, making a muffled "bang" as the glass collided with the cabinet.

"Cough cough, I might as well just cough myself to death, since no one in this world will really care about me anyway."

Fu Lu muttered to himself indignantly, his words filled with resentment. As he spoke, he subconsciously glanced towards the bedroom door.

For a while, there was no movement outside the door.

It seems that Song Zhi has really left.

Fu Lu looked away and suddenly realized that his behavior just now was too impulsive and childish. He gave a wry smile.

He inwardly berated himself for not being more frank and telling Song Zhi directly that he hoped she would stay.

Hey.

After a long sigh, Fu Lu slowly reached out his right hand and hesitantly picked up the phone that was on the bedside table.

He frowned slightly, his gaze shifting between his phone screen and the closed bedroom door, torn between calling Song Zhi.

Just then, the bedroom door made a slight noise, and then it was gently pushed open from the outside again.

Fu Lu looked over upon hearing the sound and was immediately stunned.

Seeing the girl who had left return, Fu Lu's previously dull eyes lit up the moment he saw Song Zhi.

However, Fu Lu quickly came to his senses. He subconsciously cleared his throat and deliberately lowered his voice, saying, "You, why haven't you left yet?"

Song Zhi smiled and shook her head, replying softly, "I didn't leave, you're sick."

As he spoke, he walked towards the bedside.

Fu Lu raised his eyes and stared at Song Zhi as she approached. When she came to the bedside, Fu Lu involuntarily raised his hand and gently took Song Zhi's soft and slender hand.

Fu Lu asked with some concern, "What about Grandma?"

Song Zhi smiled slightly and comforted her, "I just called Grandma and told her I won't be going back tonight and will stay here to take good care of you."

After saying that, Fu Lu suddenly sat up straight and quickly stretched out his arms to hug Song Zhi's waist tightly.

He gently rested his head in Song Zhi's warm embrace and murmured like a child, "Song Xiaozhi, I thought you had just left me all alone."

Hearing Fu Lu's slightly aggrieved words, Song Zhi felt a pang of sadness, and her eyes began to redden slightly.

She lowered her head and gazed at the man who was holding her.

I'm so reluctant to leave.

I want to spend my whole life with Fu Lu.

But she knew it was impossible.

Whether it was five years ago or now.

She can't stay with Fu Lu forever.

Song Zhi tried hard to control her emotions and said in a lighthearted tone, "I won't leave alone."

As she spoke, she reached out and placed her palm on the top of Fu Lu's head, stroking it gently. Her eyes instantly reddened as she looked at Fu Lu.

Fortunately, Fu Lu did not notice.

That night, Song Zhi stayed to take care of Fu Lu.

She claimed to be taking care of him, but in reality, she didn't seem to do much substantial work.

If I had to mention one thing, it would be that I was held tightly in Fu Lu's arms all night as I fell asleep.

early morning.

The first rays of winter sunlight had not yet fully entered the room.

When Song Zhi woke up, she saw Fu Lu leaning against her chest.

Perhaps because of his illness, Fu Lu is still asleep, and the man is currently lying quietly in her arms.

She gazed quietly at the sleeping man before her. At this moment, Fu Lu was wrapped tightly around her like a sloth, his head buried deep in the crook of her neck like an innocent child, his breathing steady and gentle.

This was the first time the two of them had squeezed together so intimately on the same narrow bed, and a sweet feeling suddenly welled up in Song Zhi's heart.

Suddenly, Song Zhi felt a surge of greed.

She couldn't help but reach out and carefully touch Fu Lu's slightly chapped lips. The warmth from her fingertips made her heart race.

After hesitating for a moment, Song Zhi finally mustered up the courage to lean closer and gently place a light kiss on Fu Lu's lips, like a dragonfly skimming the water.

Fu Lu's eyelashes trembled, and Song Zhi was so startled that she quickly sat up straight.

I felt ashamed and embarrassed by my impulsiveness.

Fortunately, Fu Lu showed no signs of waking up.

Song Zhi reached out and covered his forehead.

With his body temperature back to normal, Fu Lu's fever had subsided considerably.

After confirming that Fu Lu's condition had improved, Song Zhi quietly sat up in bed, gently straightened her clothes, and then silently got out of bed and left the bedroom.

No sooner had she left than the person whose eyes had been tightly closed suddenly opened them without warning.

He slowly extended his right hand and gently stroked his lips, which Song Zhi had just kissed. The soft, warm touch still lingered on them, and Fu Lu felt an involuntary itch in his heart.

Suddenly, the phone lying to the side lit up...