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

Pei Jinnian looked up, pressed his cheek against Song Zhi's cheek, and whispered in her ear, "I'm waiting for the day you come begging to me. At that time, I won't be so easy to talk to."

Song Zhi's breath hitched, and she reached out and pushed the person away.

"Pei Jinnian, you're a madman."

Pei Jinnian chuckled softly, "Zhizhi, we've known each other for three years. Didn't you know what kind of person I am from the very beginning? You were the one who took the initiative to approach me, weren't you?"

Song Zhiqi trembled all over, biting her lips tightly.

Pei Jinnian continued, "So what if you're flirting with someone surnamed Zhou? Zhou Yan is a notorious playboy. You'd be better off with me than with him."

"fart."

Song Zhi couldn't help but swear.

Pei Jinnian was taken aback for a moment, then the smile in his eyes deepened.

"Child, you've really surprised me the most."

For the past three years, Song Zhi had been very good to him, so good that he didn't seem like a normal person, but rather like a robot programmed according to a set script.

Now, Pei Jinnian suddenly felt that the woman in front of him was a normal person with flesh and blood and a temper.

Who changed her?

Zhou Yan?

The thought of Song Zhi changing for another man suddenly made Pei Jinnian feel a little jealous.

but it does not matter.

In the end, Song Zhi will still obediently return to his side.

"Zhizhi, I'll wait for you. Don't keep me waiting too long."

After saying that, he kissed Song Zhi on the forehead and left.

Song Zhi leaned against the wall, panting heavily.

Pei Jinnian is a madman.

I shouldn't have gotten close to him in the first place just because of his face.

Song Zhi took a deep breath, and after calming herself down, she walked out of the stairwell.

In the corridor shot, Fu Lu's slender and strong body leans against the corridor wall, a cigarette between his index and middle fingers, which he occasionally puts into his mouth to take a couple of puffs.

The white smoke blurred his face, but his handsome and clear-cut masculinity was still evident.

Previously, at the auction with Zhou Yan, all the young ladies around him were talking about him.

What are they discussing?

It's nothing more than young women experiencing their first stirrings of love, fantasizing about marrying their dream man.

It's no wonder that those young ladies from wealthy families fantasize about Fu Lu behind his back; his face is just too alluring.

Especially those eyes; when they look at someone, it's as if they can suck you in.

His lips were also very beautiful, full and a light red color.

I wonder what it would feel like to kiss this mouth.

When this thought popped into Song Zhi's head, she was startled by herself.

Perhaps sensing Song Zhi's gaze, Fu Lu looked up, his eyes falling on her face. He paused, noticing her slightly red eyes, and asked, "Your eyes are so red? Did you cry?"

Song Zhi shook her head: "No, sand got in just now."

Fu Lu didn't speak, but stood up straight and walked towards Song Zhi step by step.

The tall figure instantly enveloped her.

A faint smell of smoke filled Song Zhi's nostrils.

It doesn't smell bad.

It has a light strawberry flavor.

Fu Lu leaned down, and the two faced each other.

Song Zhi saw her own reflection in his amber eyes.

Her gaze shifted downwards and landed on Fu Lu's crimson lips, causing Song Zhi to feel a little guilty and take two steps back.

"Would you like me to blow on it?"

Fu Lu spoke.

Song Zhi asked in confusion, "What?"

"Isn't it just a grain of sand in your eye?"

Song Zhi was a little embarrassed: "It's fine, it's all fine now."

When she lies, her eyes always wander around.

When Song Zhi saw the seven or eight cigarette butts in the sand pile on top of the trash can where Fu Lu had been standing, her heart skipped a beat.

How long has Fu Lu been here?

Did you all see it?

He positioned himself in a clever spot, just enough to see half of the stairwell.

Clinging to a sliver of hope, Song Zhi tentatively asked, "Did you smoke these cigarettes?"

Fu Lu raised an eyebrow and gave a soft snort.

"That's all I know, I just smoke."

Song Zhi: “…”

Isn't this just a classic case of protesting too much?

For a moment, Song Zhi felt a little awkward, so she changed the subject: "You have a heavy smoking habit."

As soon as she finished speaking, Song Zhi regretted it.

What is my relationship with Lawyer Fu?

Whether he's a heavy smoker or not doesn't seem to have much to do with me.

Fu Lu looked down at her and said lazily, "I'm planning to quit smoking."

Song Zhi nodded in agreement: "Quitting smoking is good; smoking is harmful to your health."

After they finished speaking, silence fell between them again.

Fu Lu suddenly spoke up: "Aren't you going to ask me how I plan to quit smoking?"

Song Zhi looked up at him curiously: "You still have plans to quit smoking?"

After exhaling a puff of smoke, Fu Lu said casually, "Of course, I'm a big addict."

Song Zhi: “…”

She paused for a moment, then suggested, "If you can avoid smoking, you should. It's bad for your health."

Fu Lu smiled, a hint of amusement in his eyes: "Mind your own business?"

When Fu Lu said this, his eyebrows were raised and his tone was slightly frivolous.

Song Zhi felt a little embarrassed, her hands hanging at her sides tightening and loosening.

Does she care?

Don't dare?

I'm not qualified.

Sorry, that's not what I meant.

As Song Zhi spoke, Fu Lu's smile faded.

He squinted at Song Zhi.

Somewhat annoyed.

How come I never noticed how stubborn the child was before?

What kind of life have we been living all these years?

People are living like this now.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Song Zhi continued, "I'll go back first."

After saying that, he walked past Fu Lu and was about to leave.

Although they often ran into each other during this time, Song Zhi also wanted to get along with Fu Lu as an old friend.

But she found that she couldn't do it.

She always had an uncontrollable urge to cross boundaries, which ultimately left both of them feeling awkward.

The next second, my wrist was grabbed.

Song Zhi turned to look at Fu Lu.

Fu Lu stubbed out his cigarette on the fine sand above the trash can. "Let's go back together."

Song Zhi was somewhat resistant: "This isn't appropriate. You're the main character, after all. It's not good for you to leave."

Fu Lu lazily retorted, "The female lead isn't even here, what am I supposed to do with her?"

His tone was playful, carrying a hint of something Song Zhi couldn't quite understand.

Song Zhi didn't want to stay in this ambiguous atmosphere and wanted to escape as soon as possible.

"Of course, it's reserved for entertaining guests; there's no need for it to come with me."

Song Zhi awkwardly withdrew her hand.

Fu Lu was somewhat displeased: "Are you avoiding me?"

Song Zhi shook her head guiltily: "No, I just want to go back."

"Let's go then."

He then walked towards the elevator first.

Seeing this, Song Zhi had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow.

The encounter with Pei Jinnian at the auction today left her feeling somewhat down. She sat quietly in the passenger seat the whole way, without saying a word.

Fu Lu glanced at her every now and then while driving.

'say.'

Fu Lu suddenly spoke.

Song Zhi asked in confusion, "Huh?"

"When you don't speak, I feel like I'm all alone."

Song Zhi's lips twitched slightly.

Does that mean they think she's a ghost?

Suddenly, the car stopped in a parking space on the side of the road.

Song Zhi asked, somewhat puzzled, "Why did we stop here?"

"eat something."

Song Zhi instinctively refused, "I won't eat, you go ahead."

"Let's go together, it's been so many years since I've been here."

Upon hearing this, Song Zhi looked up.

Only then did I realize it.

Qingyun Road.

I visited this food street several times with Fu Lu back when I was in school.

Seeing that Fu Lu had gotten out of the car, Song Zhi had no choice but to get out as well.

She was wearing a formal dress today, and as soon as she got out of the car, a gust of cold wind blew, making her shiver.

I was careless; I should have brought my down jacket with me, but I left it in Zhou Yan's car.

The next second, everything went black.

A familiar, cool minty scent wafted into my nostrils.

Song Zhi ripped the clothes off her head and glared angrily at Fu Lu: "What are you doing?"

"I'm hot, hold this for me."

Song Zhi tightened her grip on the coat; it was still warm, belonging to Fu Lu.

Fu Lu's coat was very long. Even though she was wearing high heels, Song Zhi's coat still dragged on the ground a little while she was wearing it. So when she was walking, she had to hold up the hem of her coat and follow behind Fu Lu.