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

After Song Zhi finished speaking, she couldn't help but yawn, and tears of sleepiness welled up in the corners of her eyes.

Seeing this, Fu Lu gently pinched her soft cheek with his slender fingers: "Sleepy?"

"Um……"

Song Zhi responded vaguely, her voice heavy with sleepiness.

Fu Lu chuckled softly and pulled the person closer to him: "Then let's sleep."

Song Zhi, however, acted like a clingy kitten, wrapping her arms around his lean waist and rubbing her face against his warm belly, her voice soft and sweet: "I want to sleep holding you..."

"it is good."

Without saying a word, Fu Lu didn't even bother to dry his half-dry hair and immediately pulled the person into his arms.

He lowered his head and gently pecked her pink lips, then pulled her into his arms and lay down.

Song Zhi squirmed restlessly in his arms, rubbing her little face against his chest as if searching for the most comfortable spot.

Fu Lu's body tensed instantly, his Adam's apple bobbing: "Song Xiaozhi, stop fooling around..."

Song Zhi tilted her head back, smiling like a cat that had just stolen some cream: "Ninth Brother, you smell so good..."

As she spoke, she snuggled into the crook of his neck, her nose gently brushing against his skin, which was still damp from his shower.

The next second, in a dizzying moment, Fu Lu had already flipped over and pinned her down.

He braced his hands on either side of her ears, his strong arm muscles taut and sensual, his deep eyes swirling with a dark glint: "Not going to sleep?"

"Sleep...I want to sleep holding you..."

Song Zhi wrapped her arms around his neck affectionately, her voice soft and sweet.

Fu Lu's breathing became noticeably heavier, his voice unusually low and hoarse: "Song Xiaozhi, let go first..."

Song Zhi blinked blankly: "How come..." Before she could finish speaking, Fu Lu had already lowered his head and sealed her lips with his.

The kiss came suddenly and fiercely, but it became tender and lingering the moment it touched her lips.

Fu Lu carefully controlled his strength, afraid of pressing on her abdomen, and supported his entire weight with his taut arms.

Even so, he still couldn't bear to let go, and in the lingering kiss, it was as if he wanted to pour all the restraint he had accumulated over the past few days into this one kiss.

Song Zhi's body went limp from his kisses, and her slender fingers unconsciously tightened around his bathrobe.

In the quiet bedroom, only the sounds of their intertwined breathing and intimate panting could be heard, and even the air seemed to grow hot.

Song Zhi's body went limp from the kisses, and she weakly pushed against Fu Lu's chest with her small hands, making a soft, kitten-like whimpering sound.

Fu Lu reluctantly stopped, turned over and lay on his side, pulling her into his arms.

Their bodies were pressed tightly together, and they could clearly feel each other's rapid heartbeats.

Fu Lu's breathing was heavy and deep, his hot breath spraying into Song Zhi's ear.

Song Zhi's cheeks were flushed, and she breathed softly with her eyes closed, her long eyelashes trembling slightly.

"Song Xiaozhi, don't seduce me."

Fu Lu's voice was unusually hoarse, with obvious restraint.

Song Zhi opened her watery eyes and glared at him reproachfully: "I didn't..."

"You were breathing."

Fu Lu accused her with righteous indignation, his fingertips gently caressing the soft flesh of her waist.

Song Zhi retorted defiantly, "Then you're panting just the same."

Fu Lu chuckled softly, giving her a punishing pinch on the soft flesh of her waist: "You naughty girl, just wait and see how I deal with you later."

"How do you want to clean it up?"

Song Zhi blinked her innocent big eyes, but a sly smile played on her lips.

Fu Lu leaned close to her ear, his warm breath making her ear tips burn.

"I'll make sure you can't get out of bed for three days."

"rogue!"

Song Zhi's cheeks instantly burned even redder, and she punched him in embarrassment and annoyance.

"Knowing I'm a scoundrel, why did you still seduce me?"

Fu Lu affectionately flicked the tip of her nose, "Go to sleep now."

Song Zhi was indeed sleepy, curled up in his arms like a satisfied kitten, and soon her breathing became even and long.

With a soft, fragrant body in his arms, Fu Lu couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

Thinking about the long days of being a "monk" ahead, he sighed helplessly.

After confirming that the girl in his arms was fast asleep, he carefully pulled his arm out, tiptoed out of bed, and went straight to the bathroom to take a cold shower.

The next morning, Song Zhi was awakened from her sleep by a series of urgent knocks on the door.

She opened her eyes groggily and saw Fu Lu getting out of bed with a gloomy face.

The morning light shone through the gaps in the curtains onto his taut back, outlining a cold, hard silhouette.

"Ninth Brother, what's wrong?"

Song Zhi rubbed her sleepy eyes, her voice still carrying a hint of drowsiness.

Someone is knocking on the door.

Fu Lu, wearing his bathrobe with the belt fastened, spoke with obvious displeasure.

He bent down and tucked the blanket around Song Zhi. "Sleep a little longer, I'll wake you when breakfast is ready."

Song Zhi gave a soft "hmm," turned over like a lazy cat, and quickly drifted off to sleep again.

Fu Lu strode towards the entrance, yanked open the door, and his face instantly darkened when he saw Fu An standing outside.

What are you doing here so early in the morning?

Fu An, completely oblivious, squeezed in with a grin: "I heard my sister-in-law is pregnant, so I came to see her."

As she spoke, she peeked around and looked around, but when she didn't see Song Zhi, she pouted in dissatisfaction.

"What time is it? My sister-in-law is still not up. She's so lazy!"

Fu Lu stood with one hand in his bathrobe pocket, coldly watching her.

"You disturbed my sleep so early in the morning just to say this?"

Fu An smiled awkwardly, revealing a fawning expression.

"As expected of my brother, he understands me so well, just a few words..."

Fu Lu interrupted her impatiently: "Let's get down to business."

Fu An bit his lower lip, hesitated for a moment, and then tentatively asked, "Brother... I heard that Pei Jinnian kidnapped my sister-in-law a while ago?"

Fu Lu raised an eyebrow, his gaze suddenly turning cold: "Who told you that?"

“Who said it isn’t important,” Fu An said, nervously twisting his fingers. “What’s important is… whether it’s true?”

"Yes."

Fu An looked puzzled: "Why?"

Fu Lu sneered, his tone contemptuous: "Want to die?"

Fu An was speechless at this answer, and his expression changed.

She took a deep breath and explained the purpose of her visit.

"Brother...are you not planning to let Pei Jinnian go?"

Fu Lu seemed to have heard something ridiculous, and a mocking smile curled at the corner of his lips as he retorted:

"What? You think I'm a saintly hypocrite?"

Fu An nervously rubbed his hands together, a forced smile plastered on his face: "No... Brother, of course you're not..."

"Then stop talking nonsense."

Fu Lu glanced at his watch, his tone cold and hard, "If there's nothing else, go back. I don't have time for your idle chatter."

"etc!"

Fu An hurriedly grabbed his sleeve, his voice suddenly lowering, "Brother... I need your help."

Fu Lu's sharp gaze swept over her, signaling her to continue.

"Could you... please stop pursuing Pei Jinnian?"

Fu An's voice grew softer and softer, the last few words almost muffled in his mouth.

The air solidified instantly.

Fu Lu slowly turned around, his eyes fixed on her like knives.

"reason?"

Fu An took a deep breath, as if he had mustered up his courage.