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

The night was deep and quiet inside the Qu family mansion.

In the room, the lights were dimmed, leaving only a small, warm yellow lamp by the bedside, outlining the intertwined shadows of the people on the bed.

Lu Er was stripped naked and curled up in the soft blankets. Only her face, flushed and delicate like a porcelain doll, was visible.

The warm yellow light cast a small shadow under her long eyelashes, swaying slightly with her soft, trembling breaths.

Song Jingmo placed his hands on either side of the person's body, looking down at the person beneath him.

The usually dazzling star on stage looked like a little animal that had accidentally fallen into a trap, his moist eyes filled with a hint of nervousness and helplessness.

This docile and submissive appearance instantly shattered Song Jingmo's proud self-control, and his breathing involuntarily became heavy.

Lu Er felt extremely uncomfortable under that aggressive gaze, and her toes curled up shyly.

Her voice was slightly hoarse: "Are your uncle and aunt... asleep yet?"

This question is both innocent and alluring.

Song Jingmo's Adam's apple bobbed as he leaned down, his hot breath spraying onto Lu Er's sensitive earlobe.

His voice was incredibly low and hoarse: "My uncle and aunt are away on a business trip; they're not home."

He paused, sensing the person beneath him relax slightly, then added mischievously, "Only Qu Weiwei is home. What, afraid she'll hear?"

"Who, who's afraid!"

Lu Er bristled instantly, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

But he didn't dare raise his voice, so he could only lower his voice and bluff, "I'm not as thick-skinned as you!"

Seeing the man's cowardly yet stubborn demeanor, Song Jingmo chuckled softly.

No longer giving him a chance to overthink, she lowered her head and sealed his lips with a kiss that always managed to disturb his peace of mind.

Just as the two were both somewhat confused and infatuated, Lu Er's phone rang.

"Don't answer..."

Song Jingmo's voice was hoarse with emotion, and there was also a hint of displeasure at being interrupted.

"No, no! My mom's calling... If I don't answer, she'll come right over."

Lu Er panicked so much that her voice changed tone, and she struggled to finally reach her phone.

I took a deep breath and tried to make my voice sound normal before pressing the answer button.

"Feed...Mom?"

"Xiao Er, where are you? I asked the maid to bring you some late-night snacks, but why is no one in your room?"

There are thin calluses on the fingertips of my lower back; rubbing them makes my scalp tingle.

She quickly bit her lower lip. "Ah... I... I'm not at the old house. There's something urgent at the company... Bai Zhi drove to pick me up to handle it."

"Urgent? What time is it?"

Leng Qinghua clearly didn't believe her. "What urgent matter requires calling you away in the middle of the night?"

Song Jingmo, deliberately trying to cause trouble, took a bite out of his lollipop.

"Waaah—"

Lu Er was caught off guard, and her voice cracked.

"Xiao Er? What's wrong? Did something happen?"

"It was Bai Zhi. She was driving too fast. I almost... almost fell over because I wasn't sitting properly!"

Leng Qinghua was silent for two seconds on the other end of the phone, then said angrily, "Really, don't you know how to fasten your seatbelt when you're in the car? You're always so careless."

"Okay, okay, I'll hang up now."

Lu Er quickly hung up the phone, looking as if she had just been pulled out of the water, covered in a light sweat.

He collapsed onto the bed, glaring fiercely at the culprit.

Song Jingmo reached out to support him, his tone affectionate: "What are you afraid of? How could I bear to let you fall?"

Lu Er: "..."

All he wants now is to bite this hypocrite to death!

The next day, Lu Er woke up in Song Jingmo's familiar big bed.

He reached for his phone on the bedside table and called Song Jingmo.

"woke up?"

There was some background noise on Song Jingmo's end. "How are you feeling?"

"When did we get back?"

"Lu Chen messaged me this morning, saying that Auntie is coming to the hospital to complete her admission procedures. To avoid an awkward encounter, I brought you back early."

Song Jingmo's voice came through the receiver, calm and composed, as if the passionate person from last night was not him.

After hanging up the phone, Lu Er quickly sent a message: [Brother, I'm so grateful, I'll treat you to a big meal later.]

Lu Chen replied to the message very quickly:

Be careful; don't get taken advantage of and happily count the money for someone. Even if you know someone well, be extra cautious.

Lu Er looked at the message, pursed her lips, and replied:

[I know, Dr. Song isn't that kind of person.]

After quickly finishing breakfast, Lu Er, fully equipped with protective gear, rushed to the hospital.

Leng Qinghua has settled in the hospital's VIP ward.

The top expert team that Song Jingmo invited conducted a comprehensive examination and formulated a preliminary treatment plan.

Leng Qinghua felt both touched and apologetic: "Jingmo, thank you so much. You should go back to your work and not let this little thing of mine interfere with your important matters."

"Aunt Leng, please don't be so polite. I've already arranged the work, so you can focus on your treatment."

As soon as Song Jingmo left, Lu Er came in.

After asking about the situation, Leng Qinghua didn't stay long before she started to shoo people away: "I'm fine here, you can go do whatever you need to do."

"Don't stand in my way. Instead of wasting your time, why don't you invite Yan Yan out for a meal more often and nurture your relationship?"

Lu Er replied dismissively, "I know, don't worry about it."

Leaving the ward, Lu Er found her way to Song Jingmo's office with practiced ease.

He slumped onto the comfortable sofa in the office, took out his phone, started a game, and waited for Song Jingmo to get off work.

After an unknown amount of time, the office door was pushed open, and Song Jingmo walked in wearing a white coat.

The aloof and restrained temperament was perfectly accentuated by the white coat, making Lu Er's heart skip a beat.

A hint of a smile flashed in Song Jingmo's eyes when he saw the person sprawled on the sofa.

He walked to Lu Er's side, bent down, and gently brushed away the stray hairs from her forehead with his fingers, his voice low and gentle: "Is anything bothering you?"

It would have been better if she hadn't asked. But the question caused Lu Er to glare at him resentfully, accusingly saying, "Song Jingmo, are you even human?"

Last night he was genuinely afraid he would die in bed.

Song Jingmo reached out and gently massaged the person's waist. The pressure was just right, using professional massage techniques, and it felt very comfortable.

He readily admitted his mistake, saying, "Yes, it was my fault. I'll be more careful next time and control the amount of the thank-you gift."

Lu Er hummed contentedly, but her words were still sharp: "That's more like it. You have to make up for my wounded heart..."