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

The next day, sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, casting dappled patterns of light on the bedroom floor.

Lu Er woke up first, and the first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was Song Jingmo's sleeping face right next to her.

His usually cool and aloof features appeared much softer in his sleep, though there was still a faint bluish tinge under his eyes, clearly indicating that he hadn't slept well the night before while trying to soothe him.

Lu Er felt a mix of warmth and bitterness in her heart. She stretched out her delicate white fingertips and gently lingered on Song Jingmo's straight nose.

Song Jingmo was awakened by this subtle movement. Her long eyelashes fluttered a few times, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Her voice, slightly hoarse and magnetic, came from just waking up, and her arms naturally wrapped around Lu Er's waist.

He lightly stroked the sensitive area at the back of her lower back with his fingertips, and asked in a low voice, "Awake? Don't you want to sleep a little longer?"

Lu Er's waist went limp from being touched, and she instantly recalled her experience in the tent on the mountaintop the night before, feeling that her buttocks were still aching slightly.

He immediately chickened out and quickly withdrew his mischievous hand.

She obediently closed her eyes, buried her head in the pillow, and mumbled, "Sleep, I'm still sleepy!"

Looking at the person's ostrich-like expression, Song Jingmo's eyes flashed with a very faint smile. He pulled the person closer to his arms, and the two of them went back to sleep in each other's arms.

When I woke up again, it was already past 10 a.m.

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Song Jingmo got up and went to the kitchen to make a simple breakfast: fried eggs, toast, and milk.

The two sat quietly at the table, eating, bathed in the warm sunlight, creating an illusion of peaceful tranquility.

What would you like to eat for lunch?

Song Jingmo put down the milk and looked at Lu Er, who was still looking a little listless across from him. "How about we go to the supermarket together to buy some groceries? I'll cook for you when we get back?"

Lu Er's eyes brightened slightly as she and Song Jingmo shopped at the supermarket, bought groceries, and cooked dinner at home, just like any ordinary couple.

For him, this ordinary and mundane daily routine was a novel and heartwarming experience.

He nodded: "Okay."

After finishing their meal, the two began to change their clothes.

Song Jingmo wore a black turtleneck sweater with a high-quality white trench coat over it, which made his figure appear even more upright and gave him a refined and noble air.

Lu Er chose a sky-blue crew neck jacket, which made her look youthful and lively.

I just looked in the mirror and immediately started complaining.

Pointing to the faint red hickeys on her neck, she pouted, "It's all your fault, you're like a dog! You've made it so I can't wear pretty clothes anymore."

Song Jingmo looked at the person's sullen face with a smile in his eyes.

She took a light yellow cashmere scarf from the dressing room and gently, with a touch of languor, draped it around the person's neck, perfectly concealing those ambiguous traces.

"Is this alright, my little darling?"

As she spoke, she lowered her head and kissed Lu Er on the forehead.

Lu Er looked at himself in the mirror from left to right. The color of the scarf suited him well, and the combination looked surprisingly good.

Only then was she appeased, and she gave a haughty snort.

The two put on masks and hats before holding hands and going downstairs to a nearby large imported supermarket.

As soon as Lu Er entered the supermarket, she was completely captivated by the dazzling array of snacks on the shelves.

Excitedly, he grabbed various flavors of potato chips, shrimp crackers, chocolate bars... all junk foods that Song Jingmo usually strictly restricted.

After turning around with a pile of spoils, feeling quite satisfied, he discovered that Song Jingmo wasn't with him.

Peeking out from the tiptoe, Song Jingmo was surrounded by several girls in the fresh produce section not far away.

Lu Er, clutching snacks, prepared to watch the game up close.

A girl wearing a white Chanel pencil skirt and with exquisite makeup was looking at Song Jingmo with an apologetic yet undeniably amazed expression.

In a sweet, coquettish voice, she said, "Sir, I'm so sorry, I accidentally spilled coffee on your coat."

"How about we add each other on WeChat? I can transfer the dry cleaning fee to you, or... I can buy you a new one instead?"

Several stylishly dressed girls next to the girl were also chiming in, offering their support:

"Yes, yes, Qiongzhi didn't do it on purpose."

"Handsome, look how sincere Qiongzhi is! She's the heiress of the Zhao Group!"

"Exactly, just make friends... If you could become boyfriends, you could save yourself decades of hard work, and a house and a car would be a piece of cake."

Oh wow, it turns out to be Zhao Qiongzhi, the daughter of the Zhao Group.

Lu Er raised an eyebrow, crossed her arms, leaned against the shelf next to her, and watched the show with a leisurely air.

Let's see how Dr. Song from his family handles this overwhelming wealth.

Song Jingmo frowned slightly, took half a step back, and distanced himself from Zhao Qiongzhi.

Her tone was distant and cold: "No need. The clothes aren't expensive, I can handle it myself. Besides, I have a boyfriend."

Zhao Qiongzhi's smile froze for a moment, but she was clearly not giving up.

She tossed her hair, feigning nonchalance with a smile, and asked, "Who is it? What does it look like? Is it prettier than me?"

Upon hearing this, Song Jingmo's gaze swept past everyone and landed precisely on Lu Er, who was watching the show with great interest not far away.

I glanced up again at the huge electronic screens hanging around the mall, which were showing the promotional video for a high-end skincare product endorsed by Lu Er.

On the screen, Lu Er had captivating eyes and exquisitely beautiful features.

A barely perceptible smile curved Song Jingmo's lips as he looked back at Zhao Qiongzhi, his tone calm: "He's much prettier than you."

"Looks like..."

Song Jingmo paused, then glanced at the GG logos endorsed by Lu Er that were everywhere in the mall, and said with a hint of boasting, "They're everywhere on the street."

"·····"

Zhao Qiongzhi and her friends were stunned.

On the streets... everywhere?

Zhao Qiongzhi's face instantly turned bright red; she was furious.

She has always been a pampered princess since she was a child. When has she ever suffered such humiliation?

How can someone with such an ordinary appearance, who can be seen anywhere on the street, be compared to the Zhao family's daughter?

They even dared to say she was much prettier than her?

Song Jingmo was clearly making excuses to brush her off; in reality, he simply looked down on her.

"you!"

Zhao Qiongzhi stomped her feet in anger, pointed at Song Jingmo, gave him a final glare, and then stormed off with her group of girlfriends, their high heels clicking loudly.

Song Jingmo turned and walked toward the culprit who was watching the show with a broad smile.

Lu Er leaned over and bumped Song Jingmo with her shoulder.

The voice beneath the mask was muffled, tinged with barely concealed amusement: "Well done, Dr. Song, you've got a sharp tongue!"

"They're everywhere on the street? Aren't you afraid Miss Zhao will get so angry she'll have a stroke?"

Song Jingmo took the excessive amount of snacks from the person's arms, put most of them back on the shelf, leaving only two or three items.

Then, she naturally took the person's hand and walked towards the fresh produce section, saying casually, "Just telling the truth."

"Besides," Song Jingmo turned his head, glanced at the person, his eyes deep, "did I say something wrong? Isn't your face something you can see everywhere on the street?"

Lu Er's heart skipped a beat when she saw that look, and her face under the mask flushed slightly.

Yes, Dr. Song from his family has excellent tea-tasting skills.