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

It took her a while to come to her senses, and she shouted angrily, "What are you doing? This sausage was clearly bought for me!"

Fu Lu chewed on the grilled sausage in his mouth as if nothing had happened, saying, "Eat less of this kind of junk food, it's bad for your health."

Song Zhi was on the verge of tears, and muttered pitifully, "I only took one bite, okay..."

Fu Lu swallowed the food in his mouth, then looked at Song Zhi with a half-smile and said, "Just let you taste it."

Song Zhi rolled her eyes in anger and secretly vowed to ignore Fu Lu for the entire day starting now.

I won't go to Fu Lu's house for dinner; I'll go straight home.

Unfortunately, ideals are often grand, but reality is often harsh.

Despite Song Zhi's repeated vows along the way, she ultimately couldn't resist Fu Lu's insistence and obediently followed him home.

She reluctantly changed her shoes in the entryway.

Fu Lu reached out and pinched her cheek: "Are you so unhappy?"

Song Zhi said angrily, "Don't touch me."

After saying that, he ignored her and went straight into the living room.

She tossed her bag onto the sofa, picked up the remote, turned on the TV, and sat cross-legged on the sofa.

A moment later, Fu Lu brought over some washed fruit, took a strawberry and held it to her lips: "Here, this time I'll eat the strawberry butt."

Song Zhi glanced at the strawberries in his hand; only the bright red tips remained.

She grinned, took a bite, and said as she chewed, "Then we're even."

Eat less, we'll eat dinner later.

"Okay, go cook."

Fu Lu leaned down and pecked her lips: "Be good, dinner will be ready soon."

Song Zhi blushed without realizing it.

He always felt that Fu Lu treated him like a little kid.

Song Zhi gently turned her head and looked at the man in the kitchen who was concentrating on washing vegetables.

He skillfully arranged the ingredients in his hands, and Song Zhi couldn't help but open her mouth and call out, "Ninth Brother."

While continuing to wash the ribs, Fu Lu casually replied, "What's wrong?"

Their tone was relaxed and natural, as if they had had countless conversations like this before.

"Do you think I'm a little kid?"

Song Zhi frowned slightly, her big eyes staring straight at Fu Lu's back.

Fu Lu paused in his actions, turned around, and looked at her with a puzzled expression.

"Why do you say that suddenly?"

Song Zhi pouted and muttered unhappily, "I just feel like you're treating me like a child!"

Fu Lu laughed upon hearing this, a hint of doting in his eyes, and teased, "Aren't you a little kid yourself?"

Upon hearing this, Song Zhi glared angrily at Fu Lu and retorted loudly, "No way! I'm not a child!"

As she spoke, as if to prove something, she quickly jumped off the sofa, took long strides, and stormed up to Fu Lu.

After standing still, Song Zhi held her head high, looked directly into Fu Lu's eyes, and said, word by word, "I'm not young!"

His stubborn yet adorable appearance was so endearing that it was impossible not to laugh.

Fu Lu's gaze moved slowly down her body, past her face which was flushed with anger.

Finally, his gaze settled on her chest, a wicked smile playing on his lips. He nodded and said, "Hmm, it's definitely not small; it fits perfectly in one hand."

Song Zhi didn't realize where Fu Lu's gaze was at first, until she heard him say those words, and then she realized it.

Instantly, her face turned bright red, like a ripe apple.

She hurriedly covered her chest with her hand, and scolded in a mix of shame and anger, "You, you pervert!"

Fu Lu looked at the incredibly shy girl in front of him and found it extremely amusing.

He shook his head helplessly and explained, "Didn't you say yourself that you're not young?"

"That's not what I meant, it's your filthy thoughts!"

Fu Lu shook his head helplessly, saying with a mix of exasperation and amusement, "How am I despicable?"

Faced with Fu Lu's question, Song Zhi was stunned for a moment, opened her mouth but did not know how to answer.

After a moment, she stammered and replied somewhat hesitantly, "I...I'm not a child!"

While busy chopping vegetables, Fu Lu absentmindedly replied, "Yes, yes, of course you're not young."

Upon hearing this, Song Zhi was immediately enraged. She put her hands on her hips and shouted angrily, "Hmph, since you call me a child, then you dare to talk to a child!"

As soon as she finished speaking those two words, Fu Lu hurriedly reached out and covered her mouth with his hand.

"Oh dear, my little darling, don't talk nonsense!"

Fu Lu looked panicked and said urgently in a low voice.

Seeing Fu Lu's nervous appearance, Song Zhi couldn't help but feel a sense of smugness.

She tilted her delicate face up, staring defiantly at Fu Lu, her eyes gleaming with a triumphant light.

Seeing this, Fu Lu could only sigh helplessly, then released his hand covering Song Zhi's mouth and said softly, "Fine, I'm scared of you. You're definitely not a child anymore, okay?"

Go sit over there and behave yourself. I need to cook, so don't bother me.

Hearing Fu Lu's words of compromise, Song Zhi finally nodded with satisfaction and turned around to walk happily towards the living room.

She plopped down on the sofa, then expertly crossed her legs and continued watching the variety show with great interest.

Just then, the phone placed to the side suddenly vibrated, emitting a slight buzzing sound.

Song Zhi curiously turned her head to look at the phone screen and found that it was a WeChat message notification sound.

So she picked up her phone, unlocked it, and opened WeChat.

She opened WeChat and, seeing the friend request, clicked on it out of curiosity.

[Brother, it's me, Jiaojiao. Please agree.]

Looking at the note on the application, Song Zhi could imagine He Jiaojiao's voice with a lisp.

She couldn't help but shudder, and mimicking He Jiaojiao's lisp, she spoke to the kitchen, "Brother, it's me, Jiaojiao. Please agree."

Fu Lu paused for a moment, turned to look at Song Zhi, and said helplessly, "Song Xiaozhi, do you need a good beating?"

Song Zhi shrugged: "No, it's your good sister's friend request."

"If you don't want to, then refuse."

"I don't want to. I want to see what she's up to."

Before clicking "agree" to the request, Song Zhi set her WeChat Moments to be visible for only three days.

I had just agreed when He Jiaojiao sent me a message.

The moonlight is beautiful; [Brother, what are you doing?]

Song Zhi hesitated for a moment before replying.

[Preparing to make dinner.]

He Jiaojiao: [Wow, my brother is amazing! He can even cook. What a great family man!]

Song Zhi's lips twitched.

This tea talk is typical of a green tea b*tch.

Song Zhi replied to Fu: 【There's nothing I can do, my girlfriend needs to eat.】

He Jiaojiao: [That older sister really is my brother's girlfriend.]

Song Zhi: [Hmm.]

He Jiaojiao: [Tsk tsk tsk, I really envy that sister, having such a great boyfriend like you. I wish my boyfriend was like you.]

Song Zhi ignored her and instead picked up her phone and walked to Fu Lu's side.

She spoke in a high-pitched, coquettish voice: "Wow, brother is so amazing! He can even cook. What a perfect family man!"