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

The restaurant I used to frequent five years ago is still open.

It's just that it's been renovated, upgraded, and expanded, and they've hired waiters; before, the owner personally served everyone.

Fu Lu found a seat by the window, picked up the menu and glanced at it: "Any dietary restrictions?"

Song Zhi shook her head.

Fu Lu simply ordered a few dishes and handed the menu to the waiter.

Fu Lu took out his cigarette case, skillfully pulled out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, then fumbled for a lighter but couldn't find it.

He reached out to Song Zhi: "Give me the lighter."

Song Zhi was a little confused: "I don't have a lighter."

"Mine is in my pocket."

Song Zhi belatedly realized that she was still wearing someone else's clothes.

She reached into her pocket, rummaged around, and pulled out a black lighter.

She handed it to Fu Lu.

Fu Lu took it, lit it, and set it on fire.

He took a light inhalation and slowly exhaled rings of white smoke.

Song Zhi looked at him, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Didn't you say you were going to quit smoking?"

"Not ready yet."

Do I need to prepare for quitting smoking?

Fu Lu's gaze fell on Song Zhi's face, and then he smiled and said, "Of course, quitting smoking requires something to hold onto."

"What kind of object of attachment?"

Fu Lu didn't speak, but his gaze moved down and landed on Song Zhi's lips.

The girl's mouth was small and pink, and looked very kissable.

Suddenly, a wicked thought popped into Fu Lu's mind.

Kiss her.

Kiss him passionately.

He wanted to see what color his lips would be after he had so thoroughly ravaged them.

Fu Lu opened his mouth: "I can't say now."

Pshaw, you're still keeping her in suspense.

Song Zhi silently muttered a curse in her heart.

“Song Xiaozhi,” Fu Lu raised an eyebrow, “want to know?”

Song wasn't curious at first, but after Fu Lu said that, she became a little curious about what kind of emotional support she needed to prepare to quit smoking.

She nodded, her pink lips parting slightly: "I want to."

"kiss."

Song Zhi: “…”

For a moment, the two fell silent.

Seeing Song Zhi sitting there in a daze, Fu Lu's smile deepened: "Kids shouldn't ask too many questions, or you'll be scared to death."

Song Zhi looked away and muttered softly, "How many times have I told you I'm not a child?"

Fu Lu chuckled nonchalantly: "How do you prove it?"

The next second, Song Zhi took out her ID card and slapped it in front of Fu Lu: "See? I'm 22 years old. I'm not a child."

Song Zhi emphasized the word "child" very heavily.

Fu Lu was amused by Song Zhi's serious attitude and suddenly chuckled.

"Kid, why are you taking this so seriously?"

Song Zhiqi's cheeks puffed out: "I've said too much, don't call me a child."

“Okay,” Fu Lu said, leaning back in his chair and looking at her lazily. “Call me brother and I won’t call you a kid.”

Song Zhi got a little angry and turned her head away, not wanting to talk to him.

Fu Lu smiled and said, "This kid has quite a temper."

Song Zhi: “…”

You're the one who's a child.

Song Zhi felt that she and Fu Lu could no longer continue their conversation.

Seeing that Song Zhi ignored him, Fu Lu reached out and roughly ruffled her hair: "Brother apologizes to you, don't be angry."

Song Zhi gave a haughty snort and remained silent.

After the dishes were served, Song Zhi realized that Fu Lu had ordered grilled fish.

The side dishes inside were all things I don't like: cilantro, cauliflower, potatoes, onions...

Upon seeing this, Song Zhi's beautiful eyebrows furrowed for a moment before relaxing.

Fu Lu subtly observed her expression without saying a word.

He placed a piece of cauliflower in Song Zhi's bowl.

Song Zhi looked at the cauliflower with some hesitation.

"Eat up, why aren't you eating?"

Song Zhi hesitated for a moment, then picked up her chopsticks, took a piece of cauliflower, and put it in her mouth. She didn't chew it; she just bit into it.

Seeing this, Fu Lu said calmly, "If you don't like it, you don't have to eat it."

Song Zhi was stunned.

Fu Lu pulled out a tissue from the side and handed it to her: "Spit it out."

Song Zhi then realized what was happening. She hesitated for a moment and whispered, "It's okay, just one piece."

He said that, then chewed it a couple of times and swallowed it.

"Song Xiaozhi, you weren't like this before, have you forgotten?"

Song Zhiwei was taken aback.

before.

That happened many years ago, and she has almost completely forgotten about it.

Since her father's accident and her mother's drastic change in attitude towards her, Song Zhi began to learn how to please everyone around her.

Moreover, having followed Pei Jinnian around all these years, she has always been careful to please all of Pei Jinnian's preferences, and she has forgotten what she used to be like.

She didn't want to discuss the issue, and casually said, "People always change."

Fu Lu responded meaningfully, "Yes, people can change."

Song Zhi lowered her head and picked at the empty bowl in front of her.

Fu Lu suddenly spoke up: "Song Xiaozhi, do you remember that time we ate here and ended up in the police station?"

Song Zhi nodded.

Of course she wouldn't forget.

When Fu Lu and Zhou Yan came here for a late-night snack, she came along too.

The two of them drank too much and kept going to the restroom.

A heavily made-up woman sitting next to me came over and asked me to help her get Fu Lu's contact information.

She refused, and domineeringly declared that Fu Lu was her future boyfriend and that no one else was allowed to have designs on him.

As a result, the woman called over a few thugs to scare her.

When Fu Lu returned, he saw her being surrounded and threatened by two men. Without saying a word, he picked up a chair and smashed it on the men.

Zhou Yan came over and joined in.

The scene was chaotic for a while.

Finally, when Song Zhi saw Fu Lu get hit, she got so angry that she picked up a chair and joined in.

The incident resulted in all three of them ending up in the police station, and it was Fu Lu's grandmother who eventually bailed them out.

Fu Lu said, "You were really reckless back then."

Fu Lu's voice pulled Song Zhi back to reality.

The two chatted about the past like old friends.

At this moment, the waiter brought another bowl of rice and placed it in front of Song Zhi.

Song Zhi was puzzled.

Fu Lu said, "I know you have picky tastes, so I ordered something else for you that you like."

Looking at the rice bowl in front of her, Song Zhi suddenly felt a lump in her throat.

Seeing this, Fu Lu quickly said, "Hey, Song Xiaozhi, you're getting worse as you get older. How old are you? Still crying?"

Song Zhi sniffed, fighting back tears: "Didn't you always call me a child? Can't a child cry?"

Fu Lu curled his lips into a casual smile: "Go ahead and cry, your brother's here."

In the end, Song Zhi managed to hold back her tears.

She continued eating the rice in her bowl without a care in the world.

The rice bowl was very large; Song Zhi could only eat half of it before she couldn't finish.

Fu Lu glanced at it and said, "Eating so little?"

"I am full."

"I don't even have enough to eat, and you still can't finish it?"

As he spoke, he reached out and placed the remaining food from Song Zhi's meal in front of him.

Song Zhi was a little embarrassed. "Fu Lu, let's order another one."

She'd already eaten all of these, and the remaining ones weren't even in very good condition.

Most importantly, their relationship isn't at the point where Fu Lu would eat her leftovers.

Fu Lu took a bite and said dismissively, "Back when you were in school, didn't you always fight over my leftovers?"