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

When Song Jingmo came out with a simple breakfast, Lu Er was trying to sit up by herself, her brows furrowed slightly because of a sore spot somewhere.

"Don't move."

Song Jingmo quickly stepped forward and placed the breakfast on the table. Then, without saying a word, he bent down and picked the person up in his arms again.

Lu Er thought Song Jingmo would put her on the sofa in the living room, but instead, she was placed on his lap.

Song Jingmo even made him sit sideways to avoid putting pressure on the injured area.

Lu Er's face instantly turned red again. She twisted her body and muttered a protest in a low voice, "Put me down. My butt hurts, it's not like my arm is broken..."

"I can eat on the sofa by myself, but you're doing this..."

Song Jingmo's arm firmly encircled Lu Er's waist to prevent her from moving around, while his other hand had already picked up the bowl of warm porridge.

Her tone was calm and even, but the content made Lu Er feel ashamed and indignant: "Try not to move around too much. I checked this morning, and there's some redness and slight cracking."

"I applied some medicine to your wound last night, and the swelling should have gone down a bit now. But it will definitely still hurt if you move around too much, so sit still and don't push yourself."

Upon hearing this, Lu Er wished she could disappear into a crack in the ground: "Didn't you say you weren't rusty anymore? How come you still..."

After thinking for a moment, Song Jingmo gave a reasonable explanation: "You are too delicate and weak."

He tried his best to control it, but unexpectedly...

Lu Er pouted, both embarrassed and annoyed, and complained in a muffled voice, "It's not my fault, why don't you just say you're different from others..."

Song Jingmo chuckled softly, not angry at all, but accepting the disdain with a hint of secret smugness.

He scooped up a spoonful of warmed porridge and held it to the person's lips: "Hmm, you're developing too well, my bad. Open your mouth."

Lu Er took a sip of the soft, sticky porridge from Song Jingmo's hand, and her stomach instantly felt warm.

While chewing, she couldn't help but mutter to herself, her tone tinged with a sweet annoyance: "You always spoil me like this, you're making me more and more pampered..."

She paused, then suddenly had a flash of inspiration, raising her moist, almond-shaped eyes, "Wait, something's not right!"

"I now seriously suspect that when you were in school, you were so nice to me, wasn't it all for a reason?"

Song Jingmo continued feeding Lu Er porridge without pausing, then looked up and met Lu Er's probing gaze with a calm expression.

He readily admitted it, his tone as calm as if stating an objective fact: "Yes. There was a purpose."

Lu Er: "······?"

Song Jingmo continued in that cool voice, saying words that sent chills down Lu Er's spine: "Back then, I took care of you and helped you with your studies."

"I'll help you solve your problems when you're in trouble, and make you habitually rely on me... All of this is part of my plan. The goal is to make you unable to live without me."

Lu Er's eyes widened instantly, a chill running down her spine for no apparent reason, as if she were seeing the person in front of her for the first time.

"You're too cunning! Back then, I genuinely considered you my brother, which is why I followed you around calling you 'brother' all the time."

"I always thought... the kindness you showed me was the kind of kindness an older brother shows to his younger brother..."

The more Lu Er thought about it, the more she felt that she was a naive and innocent girl back then, completely tricked by Song Jingmo, a wolf in sheep's clothing.

Song Jingmo found the person's flustered yet frightened appearance extremely adorable.

He put down the bowl of porridge, gently pinched Lu Er's puffed-up cheek, and asked with a hint of teasing, "How good is an older brother to his younger brother?"

"Would your brother accompany you to class and do your homework every day? Would he calmly explain the same simple math problem seven or eight times without getting angry?"

Lu Er shook her head.

When he was in the third year of junior high school, he asked Lu Chen a geometry problem. Lu Chen, who was then in college, glanced at the problem and said, "You're still too young. Why don't you consider repeating the third year of junior high school?"

"Which older brother would share a bowl of noodles, a cup of milk tea, and a straw with his younger brother?"

Lu Chen really doesn't know how.

"What older brother would allow his younger brother to climb into his bed with a pillow in the middle of the night and need to hug him to fall asleep, huh?"

If he were to climb into Lu Chen's bed, he would definitely be kicked off.

Song Jingmo's series of questions were clear, logical, and supported by solid evidence, leaving Lu Er completely bewildered.

Lu Er opened her mouth, wanting to refute, but found herself at a loss for words.

Touching his nose, his eyes began to wander as he carefully recalled his heroic deeds from back then.

It seems, it appears, it is indeed quite easy for people to misunderstand.

Especially since the other party was someone who had long harbored ill intentions towards him.

Lu Er muttered softly, her voice lacking confidence: "Who knows... you had those kinds of thoughts back then..."

Curiosity eventually overcame embarrassment, and she couldn't help but lean closer, lower her voice, and ask with a hint of inquiry and disbelief, "Hey, so how did you manage to... not do *that* when you were sleeping with me every night?"

As far as he could remember, he had never seen Song Jingmo Ziwei.

The question was bold and direct, and Song Jingmo's eyes darkened instantly.

Looking at the adorable little rascal in his arms who was completely oblivious to his own charm, he sighed helplessly and pulled him closer to him.

Her voice was hoarse with a hint of reminiscence: "From the summer before my senior year of high school, when I realized I liked you, every day felt like I was walking a tightrope."

Song Jingmo's fingertips unconsciously twirled Lu Er's black hair as he continued in a low voice, "Your dependence on me, those unconscious little actions, your coquettishness, even your unreasonable demands..."

"It often gives me the illusion that you might... also have the same thoughts as me."

That's why, on graduation day, fueled by alcohol and an overwhelming sense of anticipation, she did something impulsive at Lu Er's suggestion.

"But later..."

Song Jingmo's voice lowered, carrying an indescribable bitterness, "Your reaction, that card, that 'Ironclad'... all my fantasies and hopes have been shattered."

"At that time, I didn't know how to face you, or what role I could play in your life, so I chose to leave."

Song Jingmo paused, his tone carrying a calmness born of experience, "I originally thought that after going abroad, separated by thousands of miles, I would eventually forget about it over time."

"But the truth is, longing is like weeds, it can't be burned out, it just grows back. And as time goes by, the resentment only grows stronger. So, I came back."

Lu Er listened quietly, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

Recalling the opportunity that led to their reunion, she whispered, "If I hadn't ended up at your hospital by some twist of fate, we might have really missed each other..."

"Won't."

Song Jingmo interrupted, his tone more certain than ever before.

A hand lifted Lu Er's chin, the gaze deep and unwavering, "As long as I return to China, I will inevitably find you one day, even if it's just to catch a glimpse of you from afar."

Song Jingmo gently stroked Lu Er's jawline with his thumb, his voice low and possessive, "I've schemed for so long, waited for so long, how could I possibly let go so easily?"

Looking into the undisguised affection and obsession in the man's eyes, Lu Er felt as if her heart had been struck hard by something, a mixture of pain and itch.

It turns out that during those years of his ignorance and ignorance, someone had already laid a trap for him, patiently waiting for the day to close it.

Lu Er leaned forward and kissed Song Jingmo's lips, then said in a nasal, coquettish tone:

"I want to eat more."