Top-tier celebrity's nightly pampering, the abstinent doctor loses control and spoils her.

Lu Er stood in the walk-in closet, looking at the dazzling array of wardrobes with some difficulty.

Song Jingmo usually wears business suits, but most of his suits are prepared for attending events. Both the colors and styles are too flamboyant, definitely not to Song Jingmo's liking.

Moreover, Song Jingmo is slightly taller than him, so if his shirts and suits don't fit properly, he will feel uncomfortable wearing them.

My gaze swept across a row of clothes and finally settled on a dark gray casual suit.

This brand has a comfortable feel and a simple, elegant design. It looks calm and understated, so it shouldn't be disliked.

After carefully selecting her outerwear, she opened the drawer. She took out a pair of unopened underwear, along with a brand-new towel and socks.

After confirming several times that nothing was missing, Lu Er carried the clothes to the door of the master bedroom bathroom.

The sound of dripping water came from inside, and the hazy figure behind the frosted glass made Lu Er's heart skip a beat.

The tips of my ears turned bright red, and all the blood rushed to my head.

I quickly put the clothes in the dressing room, knocked on the door, and said in a slightly tense voice, "I left the clothes at the door."

The sound of water stopped, and Song Jingmo's slightly hoarse reply came through: "Yes, thank you."

Lu Er quickly retreated to the bedroom, unsure of what to do with her hands and feet.

The continuous sound of water seemed to have a magical power, disturbing his peace of mind, and the air in the room began to heat up.

While Song Jingmo was taking a shower, Lu Er quickly texted Bai Zhi, asking her to bring breakfast and specifically requesting light porridge and soy milk.

About twenty minutes later, the sound of water stopped.

A moment later, the bathroom door was opened, and warm steam carrying the fresh scent of shower gel filled the air.

Song Jingmo came out wearing that dark gray casual outfit.

The clothes were well-tailored, perfectly highlighting his broad shoulders, narrow waist, and long legs, revealing his great physique that was usually hidden by his white coat.

Her wet, black hair hung softly over her forehead, still dripping with water droplets. She looked less aloof and more relaxed and languid.

Lu Er only glanced at it, and her ears started to burn.

Terrible!

Does this person possess some kind of magic, able to exude a restrained yet sexy aura even in casual clothes?

If Song Jingmo were to enter the entertainment industry, he would truly have nothing to do with it.

Song Jingmo took in all of Lu Er's subtle reactions, a slight smile playing on his lips.

With a hint of casual teasing, he asked, "What are you so nervous about?"

Lu Er retorted stubbornly, "I'm not nervous at all. We're both grown men, I have everything you have, what's there to be nervous about?"

Song Jingmo remained silent, diligently drying his hair. His slender, well-defined fingers moved through his black hair, inexplicably alluring.

"Are the clothes okay?" Lu Er broke the silence, though her voice was a little dry.

"Yes, that's suitable. Thank you."

Song Jingmo's voice was warm and deep after his bath as he casually tossed his wet hair.

Actually, the underwear doesn't fit properly; it's too tight.

Bai Zhi skillfully set out the tableware downstairs. Seeing that no one had come down yet, she habitually went upstairs to call for them.

"Brother Lu, breakfast is ready."

As Bai Zhi spoke, she pushed open the slightly ajar door to the master bedroom.

"Why do I suddenly want to eat Chinese breakfast today...?"

The sound stopped abruptly.

She stared in surprise at Lu Er standing in the bedroom, and at the distinguished-looking stranger beside him, dressed in clothes clearly belonging to Lu Er.

His face was filled with surprise and doubt: "Brother Lu, who is this?"

Lu Er's face flushed instantly, and she hurriedly explained, "Don't misunderstand, Dr. Song drank too much last night and couldn't go back, so he's staying here for the night."

Bai Zhi blinked and muttered softly, "If we're staying here, aren't the guest rooms empty?"

Where can one find lodging, even to stay on the host's bed?

Lu Er was a little embarrassed and mumbled, "The guest room hasn't been cleaned in a long time. He has a serious case of mysophobia."

Bai Zhi reminded everyone: "Company policy requires that any romantic relationship be reported in advance so that we can make contingency plans."

As she spoke, she secretly glanced at Song Jingmo.

He leaned closer to Lu Er and lowered his voice, "Looks pretty good. As expected of Brother Lu, he has excellent taste."

"No relationship!" Lu Er hurriedly denied, "Don't talk nonsense."

When Song Jingmo heard this, his eyes dimmed almost imperceptibly.

restaurant.

Lu Er pushed a bowl of warm vegetable and lean meat porridge in front of Song Jingmo, and handed him a cup of unsweetened soy milk.

Song Jingmo thanked him softly, picked up a hard-boiled egg, and gently cracked it on the edge of the table. His fingers deftly peeled the shell, and he naturally placed it in Lu Er's bowl.

The entire movement was fluid and familiar, like a long-standing habit.

Almost simultaneously, Bai Zhi also peeled an egg and was about to put it into Lu Er's bowl when she saw the egg that had gotten there first.

Bai Zhi paused, her gaze falling on Song Jingmo with a probing look.

The atmosphere instantly became awkward.

Just then, Leng Keyan came out of the guest room, rubbing her eyes. Seeing the two eggs in Lu Er's bowl, she reached out to take one: "Can I have one?"

As he spoke, he reached straight for the egg that Song Jingmo was peeling.

Almost instinctively, Lu Er pushed the egg that Bai Zhi had peeled, along with the bowl, in front of Leng Keyan.

Leng Keyan looked at the eggs in front of her, then at Lu Er and Song Jingmo.

He put down his chopsticks, looking puzzled. "Uncle, is there a difference between these two eggs?"

Lu Er: "..."

Song Jingmo: "..."

Bai Zhi thought to herself: Heh, of course there's a difference, a difference in status.

One is someone you can share a bed with, the other is someone who works for you. Can they be the same?

Leng Keyan sensed something fishy in everyone's distinctive expressions.

He always felt that there was a kind of unspoken understanding between his uncle and Teacher Song, just like a couple who had lived together for a long time.

No, that idea is terrifying.

Leng Keyan shivered. Teacher Song had been abroad for six years and had only just returned.

The two shouldn't be this close.

Leng Keyan grew up in the south and only came to City A in the north five years ago to go to university, so she doesn't know anything about Lu Er's previous life.

"Uncle, are you sure you and Teacher Song really have no other relationship?"

This question caused a moment of silence.

Lu Er subconsciously looked at Song Jingmo, only to see him calmly drinking his porridge. His profile was gentle, and he seemed to be in a rather pleasant mood.

After feeling a little relieved, she carefully spoke: "We went to the same school from junior high to university, so we practically grew up together."

Leng Keyan suddenly realized, "So they're childhood sweethearts!"

Bai Zhi softly said "Oh," her eyes darting between the two of them: "No wonder they're so close they can sleep in the same bed."

Lu Er's cheeks instantly flushed, and she was so embarrassed that she didn't know how to respond.

Actually, he slept on the sofa last night.

But wouldn't it be too deliberate to explain?

Song Jingmo remained silent and quietly ate his breakfast.

However, when she picked up the soy milk cup, her eyes flickered slightly, and her gaze towards Lu Er softened considerably.