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

Just as Song Zhi was lost in thought, a series of light footsteps approached from afar.

Immediately afterwards, the door was gently pushed open, and Fu Lu appeared in the doorway with a smile on his face, carefully holding a delicate little cake in his hand.

He carefully placed the delicate little cake on the nearby cabinet, then leaned forward slightly, asking softly with a curious expression, "What's wrong? What are you daydreaming about?"

Song Zhi seemed to be suddenly awakened, and quickly waved her hand, saying, "No, no, I wasn't spacing out."

Just then, Fu Lu's gaze inadvertently fell on the thick photo album that she had placed on her lap. Without hesitation, he reached out and swiftly and accurately snatched the album away.

Then, he raised his head, looked directly into Song Zhi's eyes, and slowly asked, "Have you seen it yet?"

Song Zhi nodded subconsciously and replied, "Yes, Ninth Brother, I saw those photos."

After she finished speaking, she seemed to remember something and added, "So who took these photos?"

Fu Lu made no attempt to hide anything and readily admitted, "I took the photos."

Upon hearing this answer, Song Zhi was somewhat surprised. She stared wide-eyed at Fu Lu in front of her, momentarily at a loss for words.

Because, if she remembers correctly, those photos were taken when she was in her third year of junior high school.

This means that Fu Lu had already... since that time.

Thinking of this, Song Zhi couldn't help but laugh out loud, teasingly asking, "Ninth Brother, could it be that you've had a crush on me for so long?"

Fu Lu smiled slightly, raised his right hand, and gently tapped her forehead, saying with a hint of teasing, "I'm not that perverted, why would I like little kids!"

Upon hearing this, Song Zhi felt a surge of dissatisfaction and pouted in protest.

Undeterred, she pressed on, "Then why did you secretly take pictures of me?"

Faced with Song Zhi's questioning, Fu Lu shrugged nonchalantly and then slowly explained, "At that time, I had just become interested in photography, and I took a picture of you on a whim after seeing you."

After hearing his words, Song Zhi angrily questioned, "Oh, so you just used me as a practice subject?"

Upon seeing this, Fu Lu couldn't help but smile. He nodded and admitted, "Hmm, that doesn't seem wrong."

This made Song Zhi even angrier. She glared at Fu Lu, her eyes filled with resentment and displeasure, clearly very dissatisfied with the answer he had given.

However, Fu Lu didn't care about Song Zhi's anger at all. Instead, he reached out and gently pinched her pink cheek, and said with a soft laugh, "Song Xiaozhi, I've discovered that you're really jealous."

"Hmph, no way! I'm not jealous at all!"

Song Zhi stubbornly turned her head away, refusing to admit her ulterior motives.

Looking at Song Zhi's proud yet adorable appearance, Fu Lu couldn't help but laugh out loud again.

His eyes were full of doting affection as he said softly, "Alright, alright, whatever you say is right, okay?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he picked up a delicate little cake that was placed to the side, carefully handed it to Song Zhi, and said with a smile, "Here, this is a new little cake made in the kitchen. Try it and see how it tastes."

With a smile, Song Zhi reached out and gently accepted the delicate little cake.

She picked up the small, delicate fork next to her and carefully forked a small piece into her mouth.

Fu Lu's gaze remained fixed on Song Zhi, his eyes filled with tenderness and doting affection.

When he saw Song Zhi swallow the first bite of cake, he finally couldn't contain his curiosity and asked, "How is it? Is it delicious?"

Song Zhi chewed the food in her mouth carefully, savoring its delicate texture and sweet taste, then nodded and replied, "It's delicious, but there's a bit too much cream, it feels a little greasy."

Upon hearing Song Zhi's words, Fu Lu quickly replied, "Okay, I understand. I'll definitely ask the kitchen to use less cream next time."

As if suddenly remembering something, Song Zhi held the small cake in her hand to Fu Lu's lips and blinked her big eyes expectantly, saying, "Ninth Brother, why don't you try it too!"

Looking at Song Zhi's adorable face, Fu Lu nodded obediently, then lowered his head and took a small bite of the cake that Song Zhi handed him.

The moment the cake entered my mouth, a rich, sweet flavor instantly filled my entire mouth.

The overly strong sweetness made Fu Lu frown slightly.

Seeing this, Song Zhi, who had been observing Fu Lu's reaction, felt a little uneasy. She lowered her voice and asked cautiously, "What's wrong? Is it not tasty?"

Fu Lu swallowed hard, trying to get rid of the sweet, cloying feeling as quickly as possible.

He took a deep breath, slowly opened his mouth and said, "Well... actually, this cake isn't bad, it's just that for me personally, it's really too sweet."

Hearing this, Song Zhi, who was sitting next to her, quickly chimed in, "Yes, yes, that's what I think too, but the taste is still pretty good."

As she spoke, she took another big bite of cake and put it in her mouth, chewing it with satisfaction.

However, at that moment, a sudden pain came from her lower abdomen, and Song Zhi couldn't help but frown and subconsciously arch her back.

When Fu Lu saw Song Zhi's appearance, his heart tightened, and he hurriedly asked with concern, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Song Zhi originally wanted to pretend that she was fine, but a thought suddenly flashed through her mind. She jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom without saying a word.

Fu Lu was completely taken aback and could only stand up with a bewildered expression, quickly walking towards the restroom while anxiously calling out, "Zhizhi, what happened?"

Song Zhi looked down at the conspicuous red stain on her pants and instantly blushed, so embarrassed that she wanted to disappear into the ground.

What a bad luck!

She actually got her period at this crucial moment, and it happened at Fu Lu's house.

She bit her lip, hesitated for a long time, and finally mustered up the courage to stand up and gently open the door a crack.

However, before she could even speak, Fu Lu's worried voice came in: "What's wrong? Is your stomach upset?"

Upon hearing this, Song Zhi's face turned even redder, like a ripe apple.