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

With a soft "click," Song Jingmo closed and locked the hotel room door.

Lu Er felt dizzy and before she could even cry out, Song Jingmo picked her up steadily.

The next second, her buttocks landed on the narrow cabinet in the entryway, which was used to store keys and decorations.

The countertop is very narrow, less than thirty centimeters wide.

When Lu Er sat down, most of her buttocks were hanging outside, making her extremely unstable.

Startled, she let out a soft cry and immediately wrapped her long legs tightly around Song Jingmo's lean waist.

"What are you doing? This is too narrow. What if you fall?"

Lu Er was both surprised and embarrassed, and wrapped her arms around Song Jingmo's neck.

Song Jingmo was amused by Lu Er's completely dependent appearance. He held Lu Er's buttocks firmly with one hand and pressed her closer to him.

His other hand had already slipped inside Lu Er's slightly open down jacket, and through the thin shirt, it precisely pressed against Lu Er's waist.

Warm lips, carrying a hint of urgency and punishment, were precisely imprinted on Lu Er's beautifully shaped collarbone.

Biting lightly and gently, leaving a slight stinging sensation and a tingling, moist feeling.

"Hmm..."

Lu Er shrank her neck, her breathing immediately becoming erratic.

But then he remembered something and struggled to turn his head away.

She pressed her hand against Song Jingmo's firm chest, her voice slightly breathless: "Wait...wait a minute."

Song Jingmo raised his head in dissatisfaction, his deep eyes swirling with lingering lust and bewilderment at being interrupted.

Lu Er pointed to her own face, then to Song Jingmo's cashmere sweater, which had already been damaged.

Her tone was tinged with frustration and helplessness: "I still have makeup on, all foundation and eyeliner, and once it gets on your clothes, it's impossible to wash off."

Song Jingmo's Adam's apple bobbed, but he finally released the restraint.

But he didn't let go of Lu Er's waist, and said in a low, husky voice, "Go remove your makeup first."

Lu Er felt as if she had been granted a pardon and quickly jumped off the person, her legs still a little weak when her feet landed.

bathroom.

Lu Er opened her row of bottles and jars, first wetting a cotton pad with eye and lip makeup remover, and then carefully applying it to her eyes.

Song Jingmo leaned leisurely against the door frame, his gaze seemingly glued to Lu Er.

His gaze deepened as he looked at the delicate, fair neck revealed by the person tilting their head back to remove their eye makeup.

She stepped forward and gently hugged Lu Er's waist from behind.

Chin resting against the back of the neck, warm breath spraying on the sensitive back of the ear.

Through the thin fabric, his palm slowly moved over the person's flat abdomen and waist, carrying a burning heat.

"Do you need any help?"

Song Jingmo's voice rang close to Lu Er's ear, the deep breath penetrating her eardrums and sending shivers down her spine.

Lu Er's hand trembled, and she almost got makeup remover in her eyes.

He nudged me gently with his elbow and said irritably, "Your standing still is the biggest help you can give me."

He was afraid that if this person continued to help him, he wouldn't be able to get his makeup off properly tonight.

Song Jingmo chuckled softly and, as expected, didn't make any more moves.

But the arm around her didn't loosen; it remained stuck to Lu Er's back like a large pendant.

To prevent Song Jingmo from causing any more trouble, Lu Er changed the subject: "Didn't you just ask me what movie I was filming with such beautiful makeup on?"

"Um."

Song Jingmo responded casually, his gaze lingering on Lu Er's slender nape and her hair, which appeared exceptionally smooth due to her lowered head.

"It's an urban drama, a melodramatic story about a real and a fake heiress. The female lead is Ye Qingge."

Song Jingmo brushed his nose against Lu Er's temple, which smelled of makeup remover, showing little interest in the topic.

Lu Er continued rambling, "Oh, right, Ye Qingge knows you're here and wants to treat you to dinner tomorrow night to thank you for saving her life last time."

Song Jingmo then slightly raised his eyes: "You want me to go?"

"I don't mind," Lu Er said casually. "It's just a kind gesture, and Qingge is a really nice person. Let's just treat it as a get-together with friends."

"Sure, you can arrange it."

As they spoke, Lu Er had already finished removing her makeup. She lathered up the facial cleanser and carefully cleansed her face.

After rinsing with clean water, my skin was moist and translucent, as smooth as a freshly peeled egg. The steam also gave it a faint pinkish hue.

Bathed in soft light under the bathroom lamp, she appeared less alluring and more youthful and innocent than when she was wearing makeup.

Looking at her clean and beautiful face in the mirror, Song Jingmo couldn't help but reach out and gently pinch it with her fingertips.

His eyes held undisguised admiration: "Those bottles and jars weren't wasted. Er'er is indeed a beautiful girl with fair skin and delicate bones."

Lu Er was secretly pleased by the praise, but he deliberately said with disdain, "What little beauty? You're the most handsome man in the universe."

As she spoke, she squeezed Song Jingmo's hands, which were slightly dry from frequent hand sanitizing, and began to worry: "You need to take care of your hands too, you know?"

"I'll buy you some skincare products tomorrow and keep an eye on your skincare routine. Doctors often work night shifts, which makes them age the fastest."

The gentleness on Song Jingmo's face vanished instantly, and her brows furrowed almost imperceptibly. A sense of crisis welled up inside her as she recalled the actor named Cong Jinyue.

"Getting old?"

Song Jingmo's tone was unreadable, "Does Er'er think I'm not as good as those young and energetic actors in your crew?"

Lu Er's heart skipped a beat, and she knew something was wrong.

With a fawning smile, she said, "I was just saying. Dr. Song isn't old at all. She's in her prime, radiant with charm, and will always be eighteen in my heart."

However, Song Jingmo only glanced at the person indifferently, said nothing, and turned to adjust the shower water temperature.

He just exuded a low-key aura, as if he was unhappy and didn't want to talk.

Lu Er leaned closer and hugged Song Jingmo's waist from behind, rubbing her head against his back: "Are you angry?"

"I was wrong, you're not old at all. You're the most manly, handsome, and youngest doctor I've ever met."

Song Jingmo remained unmoved and silently dripped soothing essential oil into the bathtub.

Lu Er walked around to Song Jingmo again, stood on tiptoe, and quickly kissed him on the lips: "Don't be angry anymore, okay?"

Song Jingmo kept a straight face and began to help the person take off their clothes. His movements were still gentle, but he didn't say a word.

She picked up the shower gel, carefully applied it, and rubbed it in, with a deliberate, aloofness that kept people at arm's length.

Lu Er tried to crack jokes a few times, and even deliberately drew circles on people's chests with foam.

Song Jingmo merely glanced at him indifferently, maintaining his aloof persona, pursing his lips and remaining silent.

Now Lu Er was at a loss, and asked angrily, "Song Jingmo, are you planning to give me the silent treatment tonight?"

Song Jingmo turned off the water valve, took a large bath towel, wrapped Lu Er completely in it, picked her up horizontally, and walked out of the bathroom.

He then gently placed the person on the soft bed, while he leaned over and supported himself on top of her.

Her wet hair was still dripping water droplets, which landed on Lu Er's smooth chest.

His deep gaze was fixed on the person beneath him, his voice low and sensual due to his suppressed emotions: "No cold war."

As she spoke, she lowered her head and bit Lu Er lightly but firmly below her collarbone as punishment, leaving a clear tooth mark.

Hearing the pained gasp of the person beneath him, he finally raised his eyes and said, "I will prove it to you with my actions."

The fierce kiss landed again, with an even more intense heat and predatory force than before.

As their lips met, Song Jingmo insisted, "I'm not old at all."

"Whether it's physical strength or energy."