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

Song Zhi suddenly reached out and forcefully grabbed Fu Lu's hair to stop him.

"Don't!"

Fu Lu was pulled to a stop, raised his head, and looked at Song Zhi beneath him with an extremely mournful gaze, asking in a wronged tone, "You don't want to?"

Song Zhi blushed deeply, looking extremely embarrassed.

She bit her lip and explained softly, "No, no, you... you smell strongly of alcohol. Why don't you go take a shower?"

Upon hearing this, Fu Lu paused for a moment, then lowered his head to sniff his own body and indeed detected a faint smell of alcohol.

However, he didn't immediately get up and go to the bathroom. Instead, he stared straight at Song Zhi, his eyes full of suspicion, and slowly said, "You didn't sneak away while I was showering, did you?"

Faced with Fu Lu's distrustful words, Song Zhizhen was both annoyed and amused, and couldn't help but roll her eyes.

"Who's running away?"

"you."

Song Zhi: "...I won't run away."

"Really?"

"Really, more real than pearls."

Upon hearing this, Fu Lu breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then what other requests do you have?"

Song Zhi was stunned, somewhat bewildered: "What are the requirements?"

"I've already told you what else you want me to do, otherwise you'll come up with another excuse after I take a shower."

Song Zhi shook her head.

Fu Lu stared at her for a while, then got out of bed.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of rushing water came from the bathroom.

Song Zhi couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Should we sneak away?

Thinking of this, Song Zhi subconsciously glanced at the bedroom door.

She hesitated, wondering whether she should leave.

If you leave, Fu Lu will be sad.

If you don't leave.

Thinking about what she was going to do next, Song Zhi blushed and her heart raced. She rolled around on the bed nervously.

Fu Lu came out of the bathroom and saw this scene.

"So eager?"

Fu Lu's voice was hoarse when he said this.

Song Zhi froze, turned over to look at the man who came out of the bathroom, and asked in surprise, "You, you finished so quickly?"

Fu Lu raised an eyebrow: "Quickly?"

Song Zhi's lips twitched.

Was he inside for five minutes?

Fu Lu haphazardly wiped his hair and then threw the towel at Song Zhi.

"You'll see how fast I am in a minute."

The towel was placed directly on Song Zhi's face, and a faint fragrance of shower gel wafted into her nostrils.

Song Zhi hurriedly ripped the towel off and looked up at the man walking towards her.

Her cheeks flushed red: "What, what the hell are you talking about?"

Fu Lu didn't say anything, but sat down on the bed and pulled the person into his arms.

"I thought you would run away."

Song Zhi was taken aback.

Why do you think that?

Fu Lu shook his head: "I don't know. I was feeling a little panicked, so I just rinsed myself off haphazardly."

As he spoke, he leaned over and kissed Song Zhi's lips.

Song Zhi blushed and reached out to push the person away, but she couldn't budge them at all.

She was about to speak when Fu Lu's voice came through.

"I've already brushed my teeth, don't make excuses."

Song Zhi paused.

Is this person a roundworm?

I know everything I'm thinking.

She sounded somewhat unsure: "Who, who made an excuse?"

"Then let's get started."

Song Zhi: “…”

Doing this so seriously.

She was still a little embarrassed.

"Um, could you, could you turn off the light?"

Fu Lu reached out and turned off the bedroom light.

Moonlight streamed through the window, revealing the girl's face.

"Ninth Brother, I, I think I..."

Before she could finish speaking, Fu Lu kissed her lips, giving her no chance to make an excuse and disrupt the atmosphere.

This time, Fu Lu felt something was different.

It seems even better than last time.

But this was tough on Song Zhi, as she hadn't expected the man to still have so much energy late into the night.

She then cried and begged Fu Lu to end it.

Before it was over, Fu Lu bit her earlobe and asked again, "Am I fast? Am I fast?"

Song Zhi was a little confused at the moment and didn't know what to say, only responding with mumbled responses.

Fu Lu spoke again: "Song Xiaozhi, who am I?"

"Ninth, Ninth Brother, hmm~"

"wrong."

"Fu, Fu Lu, uh~"

"another."

"Change what? I don't know."

"You know, just use a name that makes me happy, and that's it."

"Brother~"

"Change."

"Honey, my husband~"

As soon as she finished speaking, Song Zhi's body tensed up, as if something had exploded in her head.

The next second, his tense body went limp.

She then completely lost consciousness and fell asleep.

……

The next morning, sunlight streamed into the room through the window.

Song Zhi slowly opened her eyes and found herself lying in Fu Lu's warm embrace.

She felt incredibly sore all over, as if she had been run over by a heavy truck, and the discomfort made her frown.

Especially in her groin area, the slightest movement would send waves of excruciating pain crashing over her, making it impossible for her to move normally.

Fu Lu noticed that the girl in his arms had woken up. He looked down at Song Zhi, a doting smile on his lips, and said gently, "Good morning, baby."

However, Song Zhi was not in the mood to respond to Fu Lu's greeting. She glared at the man in front of her with a resentful look and complained, "What's so good about it? It's not good at all."

Although Fu Lu's excessively handsome face was right in front of her, Song Zhi had no time to appreciate it at the moment because the discomfort in her body was too intense.

Upon hearing Song Zhi say that she was not feeling well, Fu Lu immediately became anxious and asked with concern, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? I'll take you to the hospital to get checked out."

Song Zhi rolled her eyes at him and replied irritably, "Get lost, get away from me!"

After saying that, she endured the pain and tried to sit up from the bed with the help of her hands.

When she finally managed to sit up, her gaze inadvertently fell on the pajamas she was wearing.

This set of pajamas was clearly not the one she wore to bed last night; it must have been Fu Lu who helped her change into it after she fell asleep.

Thinking of this, Song Zhi's anger subsided a little. After all, this guy still had some conscience, knowing to give her a bath and change her into clean clothes.

Seeing that Song Zhi ignored him, Fu Lu clung to her like a child, gently hugging her slender waist with both arms, and then pressing his cheek against Song Zhi's soft belly.

"Honey, are you still angry with me?"

Fu Lu asked softly, his tone tinged with a hint of grievance and ingratiation.

Song Zhi felt the man's warm breath on her face and blushed instantly, instinctively wanting to avoid this intimate contact.

However, Fu Lu held her tightly, leaving her nowhere to escape.

"Let go of me!" Song Zhi said coquettishly, while trying to pry Fu Lu's hands off her waist.

Unexpectedly, Fu Lu reacted very quickly, grabbing her small hand and interlocking their fingers.

He raised his head, his deep eyes staring directly at Song Zhi, a mischievous smile playing on his lips: "Is it because of what happened last night that you're ignoring me?"

Song Zhi pursed her lips, still refusing to respond to him.

This guy clearly knows the truth, yet he's pretending to be confused!

Seeing this, Fu Lu quickly coaxed her gently, "Okay, don't be angry."

"Hmph, then promise you won't do it again next time."

"Huh? You want your husband to become a monk?"

Hearing the word "husband".

Song Zhi's mind involuntarily conjured up those inappropriate, erotic images from last night.