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

The atmosphere at the breakfast table became somewhat subtle because of their "childhood sweethearts".

Lu Er buried her head in her porridge, trying to mask her inner turmoil with the food. Her neck felt a little sore and tingly, and she couldn't help but hiss softly, instinctively twisting her neck.

This small movement did not escape Song Jingmo's eyes, causing his fingers holding the spoon to tighten slightly.

I wanted to ask, "Are you feeling unwell?" but I swallowed the words back.

He was afraid that excessive concern would seem abrupt, and even more afraid that it would annoy Lu Er.

Now, he seems to have lost the right to express concern.

The observant Bai Zhi also noticed Lu Er's unusual appearance: "What's wrong with your neck? There's a crucial scene this afternoon where you have to be suspended by wires, so you can't afford any mishaps."

Lu Er frowned and moved her neck again: "I don't know what happened, but I felt pain after waking up, and it was difficult to even turn my head."

Occupational habit made Song Jingmo subconsciously say, "It's probably a stiff neck. Improper sleeping posture or an unsuitable pillow can easily cause a stiff neck."

Bai Zhi immediately retorted, "Impossible! The pillow and mattress were specially made in Italy by me. They are ergonomic and Lu Ge has slept on them for six years without ever having a stiff neck."

As he spoke, his eyes darted suspiciously between Lu Er and Song Jingmo.

With a mischievous smile, he said, "Could it be that you overexerted yourself last night and accidentally injured yourself?"

"Pfft—cough cough cough!"

Lu Er almost spat out the mouthful of porridge she had just drunk, choking so much that her face turned bright red, and even the tips of her ears were stained with blood.

He waved his hands frantically, urgently trying to explain, "What nonsense are you talking about so early in the morning!"

My mind is full of lewd nonsense.

She secretly glanced at Song Jingmo and breathed a sigh of relief when she found that he wasn't angry about the joke.

"I slept on the sofa last night."

Leng Keyan was puzzled and asked sincerely, "Uncle, your bed in your bedroom is three meters wide. It's more than enough for four people to sleep on. Why would you deliberately make things difficult by sleeping on the sofa?"

Lu Er was speechless, silently exclaiming "national essence" in her mind.

He wanted to sleep in the bed, but he was too afraid...

Is this something I can say?

She rolled her eyes: "Because I'm kind."

Song Jingmo lowered his eyelids, concealing the complex emotions that flashed across his eyes.

Bai Zhi: "Should we go to the hospital and make an appointment to get checked out?"

Leng Keyan said casually, "Why go to a hospital? Besides, registering is such a hassle!"

She then looked at Song Jingmo and said, "Isn't Teacher Song the best doctor? Let him take a look at my uncle, and we can save on the registration fee."

Bai Zhi gave a thumbs up: "You're really good at managing a household."

Leng Keyan said smugly, "Of course, I need to save up more money for my uncle's wife."

Song Jingmo raised his head and looked at Lu Er. His gaze was calm, but with a hint of inquiry: "Is it convenient? I can take a look for you."

In a corner of Lu Er's heart, there was a secret expectation.

He mumbled a response: "Mmm."

Song Jingmo stood up and walked behind Lu Er.

The faint scent of cedarwood mixed with shower gel and her own cool fragrance wafted from her body, causing Lu Er to involuntarily tense up.

"relax."

Song Jingmo's voice rang in my ears, deep and soothing.

The slightly cool fingers first gently pressed on the sore and stiff muscles of Lu Er's neck, looking for the sore spots.

Lu Er felt as if she were being electrocuted by Song Jingmo's touch, a tingling sensation spreading from her neck all the way down her spine.

He could only grit his teeth to keep himself from making any strange noises.

Song Jingmo pressed and rubbed a particularly stiff muscle knot with his fingers. Taking advantage of Lu Er's inattention, he supported Lu Er's chin and the back of his head, and performed a precise and quick rotational repositioning.

A soft "click" was heard.

"what!"

Lu Er let out a short cry, and then found that the feeling of being stuck in her neck disappeared instantly.

"I feel much better."

"Yes, the facet joint was dislocated, but it has been reset."

Song Jingmo withdrew his hand, the warmth of Lu Er's skin still lingering on his fingertips. He lowered his hand without showing any emotion. "Avoid sudden head turns and strenuous exercise these next few days."

His tone remained calm, but if you listened carefully, it seemed to have softened a bit.

This physical contact reminded them both of that night six years ago, when an unspoken, ambiguous feeling filled the air.

Lu Er's cheeks flushed, and Song Jingmo also looked away. He picked up the slightly cooled soy milk, took a sip, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

"I'll take you to work later; it's rush hour and it's hard to get a taxi."

Bai Zhi, who usually runs errands, paused for a moment, then suppressed a laugh and reminded him, "Remember to wear a mask and hat, so you don't get photographed by paparazzi."

Lu Er chose the most understated white sports car in the garage.

Leng Keyan opened the passenger door and was glared at fiercely by Lu Er: "Sit in the back."

She gave a pitiful "oh" and obediently climbed into the back seat.

Song Jingmo opened the passenger door and got in.

The car interior was cramped, making Song Jingmo's cool and refreshing aura even more pronounced.

Lu Er is a very skilled driver. In the morning rush hour traffic, he accurately seizes every opportunity to overtake and change lanes, carving a bloody path through the congested roads.

Finally, just in time, with five minutes left before my shift started, I executed a beautiful drift and brought the car to a smooth stop in front of the hospital.

"We've arrived." Lu Er took off her sunglasses and looked at Song Jingmo.

There was a hint of smugness in his eyes, like a kitten seeking praise for completing a difficult task.

Song Jingmo unbuckled his seatbelt, his tone calm yet tinged with a helpless indulgence: "Drive slowly, be careful."

As soon as Song Jingmo got out of the car, he attracted the attention of his colleagues.

Today's gray casual outfit is quite different from her usual meticulous formal attire.

This made Song Jingmo appear broad-shouldered and long-legged, less serious and more clear-headed and bright, like a college student on campus.

"Dr. Song looks so handsome today, is something going on?" the head nurse teased with a smile.

"This outfit looks nice, is it new? It's not your style."

Song Jingmo was surrounded by her colleagues and felt somewhat helpless.

He is least adept at dealing with this kind of teasing.

To avoid causing trouble for her uncle, Leng Keyan smiled and put her arm around Song Jingmo's shoulder: "Hello, teachers. Teacher Song stayed at my house last night. We are teacher and student, so naturally we have a good relationship."

Leng Keyan was wearing the same casual T-shirt that Lu Er had bought.

Seeing the two wearing matching expensive clothes, their colleagues' eyes became ambiguous.

"Leng, you have good taste!"

Everyone laughed good-naturedly, automatically imagining a scenario of "a strict mentor and a cheerful intern".

"Of course, I have an excellent eye for choosing mentors."

He only chose Song Jingmo back then, leaving no other option.

Fortunately, Song Jingmo also chose him, so it was truly a two-way journey.

Leng Keyan completely failed to grasp the unspoken meaning behind everyone's words, and was still happily pleased with herself for having helped Song Jingmo out of a predicament and saved Lu Er.

Song Jingmo: "..."

He wanted to explain, but found that there was no way to explain it.

Seeing Leng Keyan's "See how clever I am?" expression, he could only helplessly rub his temples.

Through the car window, Lu Er watched as a group of people surrounded Song Jingmo and Leng Keyan at the hospital entrance, laughing and joking.

Especially that brat Leng Keyan, who still had his arm around Song Jingmo's shoulder, oblivious to his own mortality.

"What kind of taste do you have! That kid's not even fully grown yet."

Lu Er grumbled indignantly, "Double standard dog! He's so cold to me, but he's all smiles to that brat."

He even slept on the sofa for a night; I should have just let Song Jingmo sleep on the sofa.