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

The night was very quiet on the mountaintop.

Although everyone's tents were spaced apart, they weren't far apart, and the night wind occasionally carried some faint sounds.

Lu Er could even clearly hear Yin Siyao's angry and embarrassed voice from the tent next to her: "Leng Keyan, take your hands off me, you pervert!"

Then came Leng Keyan's aggrieved explanation: "Teacher Yin, it's a bit cold in this tent..."

Lu Er couldn't help but chuckle, but the next second, she couldn't laugh anymore.

Song Jingmo's kisses fell like dense raindrops on his neck and collarbone, carrying an undeniable force.

Outside the tent, exclamations of surprise could be heard from others every now and then: "Look! A shooting star!"

"Another one over there!"

Inside the tent, one could still faintly hear footsteps of someone getting up and moving around.

If the two of them act too recklessly, people outside will definitely be able to hear them.

Lu Er felt a sense of shame and was very afraid of being discovered.

She actively tried to please and coax him: "Could you please not be so harsh?"

Song Jingmo was clearly enjoying the atmosphere; beads of sweat gathered on his forehead and slid down his angular face.

Finally, it dripped onto Lu Er's fair and smooth chest, spreading out a small wet patch.

"No," Song Jingmo reached out and covered Lu Er's mouth, "If you don't want to be discovered, keep your voice down."

The light brown beauty mark at the corner of Lu Er's eye, which was usually quite alluring, appeared even more vibrant and enchanting in the misty steam, like a silent invitation.

This caused Song Jingmo to frequently lower his head, lingering there, reluctant to leave.

"Actually, there aren't that many spectators in life, so you don't need to be too nervous."

Lu Er's voice trembled, and she pleaded softly with a sob in her voice, "Tomorrow... I have to see someone tomorrow..."

As he spoke, he reached out and nudged Song Jingmo's shoulder.

Song Jingmo gave her a light kiss on her beautiful collarbone, leaving an ambiguous red mark.

He looked up, his hot breath brushing against his ear, his voice low and husky: "Call me husband."

Lu Er's face instantly turned bright red, and even her fair neck turned pink.

So shy she wanted to disappear into the ground, biting her lower lip tightly and shaking her head in refusal.

Finally, he bit down hard on Song Jingmo's taut shoulder, mumbling, "If I don't scream... people will hear..."

Song Jingmo chuckled softly, the sound of which seemed particularly magnetic and alluring in the small tent.

He lowered his head and said slowly, "What are you afraid of?"

"Those with partners are all busy right now; who has time to care what others are doing?"

Lu Er rolled her eyes in exasperation at this absurd logic, panting as she said, "Don't try to fool me, I'm not stupid..."

Song Jingmo held up a finger and pressed it to Lu Er's lips, signaling her to be quiet.

Lu Er was confused, but she still subconsciously held her breath.

Song Jingmo kissed away the tears from the corner of the other person's eye: "Listen carefully."

Outside the tent, the night wind carried a faint, suppressed sob, almost too faint to be missed if one did not listen carefully.

But that sound...

Lu Er recognized her, her pupils dilating slightly; it was the head nurse.

I never imagined that the usually meticulous head nurse would be like this in private...

Song Jingmo said in a low voice, "I wasn't lying to you, was I? Don't scare yourself."

Lu Er lowered her voice and asked the person on top of her incredulously, "How...how can you do this while also being able to listen to other noises?"

Song Jingmo lowered his head and brushed his nose against the other person's burning cheek.

His tone carried a sense of nonchalant calm: "When I was in school, I always got full marks in English listening comprehension."

Actually, he was busy in his senior year of high school and could only spare a little attention to look at Lu Er's math problems while doing English listening exercises.

Lu Er: "???"

Does this have anything to do with how good your English listening skills are?

Just as I was about to complain about this absurd connection, I suddenly felt dizzy.

"ah--!"

The sudden change caught Lu Er completely off guard, causing her to let out a short scream that was particularly clear in the quiet night.

After shouting, he realized he had done something wrong and quickly covered his mouth.

Lu Er blushed as she looked at the culprit, gritting her teeth as she took her revenge on Song Jingmo.

"Er'er, are you trying to murder your husband?"

Song Jingmo gasped, "What a heartless person, isn't he afraid of really breaking?"

Just then, Yin Siyao's concerned voice came from the next tent: "Yan Yan, did you hear that?"

"It seems to be about Lu Er... What happened to him?"

Then came Leng Keyan's voice, seemingly suppressing a laugh: "It's nothing, Teacher Yin. You probably had a nightmare, or maybe you got bitten by a bug?"

Yin Siyao: "There are indeed a lot of insects on the grass, so be careful."

Lu Er: "..."

I'm definitely going to get teased to death by that kid Leng Keyan tomorrow.

Looking at the person's ostrich-like appearance, as if they wanted to crawl into a sleeping bag, Song Jingmo's smile deepened.

Holding the person's waist, she whispered in their ear, "My baby is the best, you know how to make me happy~"

"I don't know," Lu Er turned her head, "I've been trying to coax you for so long, but you're completely ignoring me~"

Song Jingmo interlaced his fingers with someone's: "Is it possible that we're doing it wrong?"

Lu Er took a big bite until she tasted blood: "I'm making you regret it, hmph~"

Song Jingmo tilted his long, fair neck back, his voice hoarse: "I like the way you look when you're angry, baby."

Half an hour later, Lu Er looked as if she had been pulled out of the water.

Soaked to the bone, all that remained was breathing.

Song Jingmo affectionately kissed his loved one's sweaty forehead, then got up and took out another set of clean moisture-proof mats from his backpack.

After changing, pick the person up and wrap them in a sleeping bag.

Lu Er sprawled on the dry mat, asking indistinctly, "Why...did you bring two moisture-proof mats...?"

Song Jingmo lay down, pulled the person into his arms, and rubbed his chin against the person's soft hair.

Her tone carried a hint of satisfaction: "That's called being prepared for a rainy day. After all, the sheets always look like they've just been washed."

Lu Er's face flushed again. She buried her face in his chest and muttered softly, "...beast..."

Lu Er was exhausted after hiking all day.

Lying in the clean, warm bedding, surrounded by Song Jingmo's familiar and reassuring scent, she fell into a deep sleep almost as soon as she closed her eyes.