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

In the evening, Lu Er nestled on the soft sofa.

She rested her head on Song Jingmo's lap, watching a variety show on TV.

Song Jingmo's slender fingers gently stroked the top of the person's soft hair, as if he were stroking the fur of a lazy cat.

After a moment of silence, she said, "Er'er, I feel like your mother might already be suspicious of us."

The fat man in the ward, and Leng Qinghua's later noticeably distant attitude, were like the Sword of Damocles hanging over their heads.

Lu Er was feeling comfortable and drowsy when she heard this. She lazily tilted her head and looked up at Song Jingmo's smooth jawline.

Her tone was somewhat nonchalant: "What, Dr. Song, are you scared? Worried my mom will give you a check to leave her son?"

Lu Er drew out her words, "Or are you planning to break up with me while I'm away on a business trip?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Jingmo stopped rubbing his hair.

The next second, Lu Er felt a darkness before her eyes as Song Jingmo leaned down.

With an undeniable force, it precisely shut his mouth, which was about to spout nonsense.

This was not a gentle kiss; it carried a hint of punishment and catharsis, a lingering, biting, and nibbling until Lu Er's breath became unsteady.

Song Jingmo's breathing became slightly erratic, and dark emotions surged in his deep eyes.

"I'm not afraid of Aunt Leng giving me attitude. Even if she gets angry and beats me up, I won't complain at all."

Song Jingmo gently stroked the person's swollen lips with his fingertips, his eyes deep: "I'm just afraid you'll be scolded, afraid you'll be caught in the middle, afraid you'll be wronged."

Lu Er's deliberate teasing intentions had long since vanished. She reached out and wrapped her arms around the other person's neck: "As long as you don't let go, I'm not afraid of anyone."

The atmosphere was just right, and Lu Er's fingers restlessly slipped under the hem of Song Jingmo's loungewear.

She drew circles on his firm waist, her voice soft and alluring: "Dr. Song, it's still early, how about... we do some exercise?"

Song Jingmo's body tensed instantly, his breathing became heavier, he grabbed the person's hand that was causing trouble, his eyes were dark, but in the end he just pulled the person into his arms tighter.

"Stop fooling around."

Song Jingmo's voice was slightly hoarse with restraint, "You have a four- or five-hour flight tomorrow, so get some rest tonight."

Lu Er snuggled into the other person's arms, finding the most comfortable position, and muttered softly, "Okay... then I'll sleep in your arms."

The next day, at the airport terminal.

Inside the car, Lu Er nestled in Song Jingmo's arms, rubbing her head against his neck: "I don't want to go..."

Song Jingmo chuckled and gently patted the person's back, as if coaxing a child: "Sweetie, when things aren't so busy at the hospital, I'll take a day off to visit you on set."

"real?"

Lu Er immediately looked up, her eyes sparkling, "It's a promise, you're not allowed to lie."

"Okay, it's a promise." Song Jingmo lowered his head and placed a gentle kiss on the other's forehead. "I'll miss you."

The two lingered in the car for a while longer until Bai Zhi sent a WeChat message urging them to hurry up.

"I'm leaving."

Lu Er put on a mask and hat, leaving only her beautiful eyes visible, and stared longingly at Song Jingmo.

"Message me when you arrive."

Song Jingmo straightened his collar, his eyes gentle.

Watching Lu Er walk into the terminal building, turning back every few steps, until her figure disappeared into the crowd, Song Jingmo slowly drove away.

Back at the hospital, as usual, I first went to the oncology department to inquire about Leng Qinghua's condition.

On her way back to the orthopedics ward, Song Jingmo stopped at the nurses' station and said, "Head Nurse, could you please try to schedule all my night shifts for this month into this week?"

The head nurse paused for a moment, then understood. She gave a knowing smile and nodded crisply.

In Yin Siyao's clinic, Leng Keyan carried the exquisite pastries she had just bought and placed them on the desk as if they were treasures.

"Hurry and try it! This place just opened, and the line has been going on for ages!"

Yin Siyao hung up the phone, her brows furrowed with lingering frustration and exhaustion.

"What's wrong? You look terrible." Leng Keyan leaned closer.

Yin Siyao didn't hide anything: "My parents found a girl for me back in my hometown and told me to get engaged when I go back for the New Year."

Leng Keyan's smile froze instantly.

Yin Siyao seemed to want to change the subject, looking at Leng Keyan: "You haven't seemed to visit Aunt Leng much these past few days?"

Leng Keyan pouted: "Grandma kept asking me about my uncle and Teacher Song, so I didn't dare to go near her. I was afraid I'd accidentally let something slip, so I had to avoid her."

After a pause, she returned to the previous topic: "Are your parents in such a hurry for you to get engaged? Do you know that girl?"

Yin Siyao gave a wry smile and asked a seemingly unrelated question: "Do you have any siblings?"

"No, my parents only had me."

He quickly realized what he had said and immediately stated his position, "My family has no throne to inherit, and I have absolutely no obsession with carrying on the family line."

Yin Siyao's expression didn't improve; instead, it became even more serious. After a few seconds of silence, she looked up at Leng Keyan:

"I am an only child, and my parents are farmers. It was very difficult for them to support my education; you could say they placed all their hopes on me."

She paused, then continued, "Even if I like you, I could never be like Song Jingmo..."

"I can't do something as unconventional as agreeing to be with you, and my parents would never accept it either."

Despite having a premonition, Leng Keyan's heart still started pounding uncontrollably when she heard Yin Siyao admit that he liked her.

But this glimmer of joy was quickly extinguished by what followed.

"Instead of going back to get engaged to a girl you don't even know or like, why can't we be a little braver, just because we're both men?"

Leng Keyan's eyes were slightly red, as if she had suffered a great injustice.

Yin Siyao avoided the person's burning gaze, her fingers unconsciously tightening, her nails digging into her palm.

Hardening her heart, she said something even crueler: "We're from the same village, and we were classmates in junior high and high school. She studied humanities and is now a university professor."

"We grew up together, and both sets of parents were very satisfied; we were a good match."

"So you two are childhood sweethearts?"

Leng Keyan's voice suddenly rose, filled with anger and sadness at being deceived, "You like her, so why did you...?"

In a fit of rage, he grabbed the still-warm box of pastries from the table and slammed it into the nearby trash can.

He turned and stormed out of the consultation room, slamming the door shut with a deafening roar.

Yin Siyao stood frozen in place, staring at the exquisite dessert in the trash can, as if looking at the relationship she had just personally destroyed.

He slowly closed his eyes, his Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty, and his mouth was filled with a bitter taste.

On one side are the expectations of parents and the right path in life; on the other side are passionate feelings and unconventional behavior full of unknowns and risks.

He chose the former, yet it seemed as if he could already see the gray, gloomy sky of the future.