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

Lu Er had a premonition that she would pay a heavy price for saying the wrong thing.

It's 1 a.m. now, and he has to get up at 8 a.m. tomorrow to film.

All told, there are only seven hours left.

Song Jingmo wouldn't be so cruel as to deprive him of sleep.

He needs to get at least a few hours of sleep.

Besides, it was agreed upon.

Each session lasts four hours.

But Song Jingmo's fierce appearance made him genuinely a little scared.

No.

He was going to make one last desperate attempt.

Every ten minutes less is better.

Ideally, he should regain control.

After thinking it through, Lu Er pushed away the person on her neck and said aggrievedly, "My feet are cold, let me sit on you to warm them up."

Song Jingmo was stunned for a moment, thinking that Lu Er had come up with some new way to coax him, his chest heaving violently: "You..."

"What do you mean, you...?"

Lu Er straddled Song Jingmo's waist, placing her feet on his fair chest: "Let me warm up before we continue."

Song Jingmo looked down at the person on top of him; those two little feet were indeed a bit cold.

When those feet stepped on him, their arches rose slightly.

The nails are healthy, with a light pink hue.

Lu Er's feet are very white, with the same cool white skin as her face, which is particularly attractive.

Long, white, and straight legs swayed right before my eyes.

Song Jingmo felt his vision blurring and his concentration was getting worse.

I don't want to wait until Lu Er gets warm.

I want to touch my nails, which look like flower petals.

It must be very soft.

I want to take a bite.

Song Jingmo felt a surge of heat in his heart and lowered his head to bite the other person's toe.

"Ah~"

Lu Er was so frightened that she leaned back, bracing herself on the pillow with her hands: "Why are you biting my feet? Aren't you disgusted...?"

"I washed it very clean, it's not dirty at all."

Song Jingmo took a few more bites. "It smells nice, like gardenias."

Lu Er was speechless, and kicked him, saying, "Don't even think about kissing me again tonight."

"Er'er, you can't despise yourself."

Song Jingmo stared intently at the loose bath towel around Lu Er's waist.

Following those long, slender legs, I looked down to the area not covered by the bath towel.

Lu Er was still racking her brains trying to figure out how to stall for time when Song Jingmo had already grabbed her feet.

Song Jingmo's hands were very large, enough to completely envelop Lu Er's ankles.

Moreover, what he liked best was to carry those feet on his shoulders.

When Lu Er felt the warmth from her feet, she was startled and her whole body tensed up: "Don't do this."

He has filming tomorrow.

Lu Er disliked having her legs lifted up, as her waist had no support.

In that case, the person will be completely ruined.

The next day, after regaining sensation in my muscles, I couldn't even sit up.

But Song Jingmo liked it.

"Er'er, do you think I'm too old and don't like me anymore...?"

Song Jingmo looked up at the person, his eyes misty.

Her voice was a little hoarse, "I'm certainly not as young and energetic as Cong Jinyue..."

"He's only in his early twenties, young and handsome. He's in the same industry as you, beautiful, and knows how to charm people."

As she spoke, her voice tinged with a hint of grievance, "Unlike me, I have a bad temper and you always have to coax me..."

Lu Er was stunned.

Is Song Jingmo being affectionate with him?

Or was he simply drunk?

The two walked to the restaurant. Lu Er ordered a bottle of local rose wine, and Song Jingmo drank two glasses.

But that stuff is like a beverage; it can't make you drunk.

Lu Er waved her hand: "Are you not drunk?"

Song Jingmo held Lu Er's hand: "I'm not drunk, I'm just feeling wronged."

"We hadn't seen each other for almost half a month, and the first thing you said when we met was that I looked old. After taking a shower, you kept dawdling, showing me the food but not letting me eat it."

Lu Er showed no embarrassment at being exposed, only heartache.

God.

The aloof doctor actually started acting cute with him.

Who can withstand that?

"Dr. Song, you look so cute tonight~"

Lu Er couldn't resist and pounced on him.

She sat back a little, placing her hands on Song Jingmo's firm thighs.

He leaned all his weight on Song Jingmo, his posture languid.

Remembering the photo's rating, she reached out and lifted Song Jingmo's chin with her foot: "After you saw that photo, did you secretly do anything behind my back?"

Song Jingmo: "..."

His little deer is both timid and bold.

It's getting spicier and spicier.

"Is the aloof doctor getting shy?"

Lu Er has a deep-seated flaw; the more silent Song Jingmo is, the more excited he becomes.

"Tell me quickly, were you looking at my photo...?"

Song Jingmo's ears turned red; he didn't want to answer, nor was he comfortable answering.

But Lu Er was still sitting on him, looking down at him with a condescending gaze.

"No, never."

Song Jingmo spoke with some difficulty, her fair cheeks flushed a light pink.

Lu Er lowered her head, her lips brushing against Song Jingmo's nose, her breath warm: "Are you lying to me?"

"You've had feelings for me for so long, how could you not have even once in all these years?"

Song Jingmo was very embarrassed by the question and didn't know how to answer it.

Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her voice was hoarse: "I won't do that until you accept me."

Lu Er persisted, "But aren't we together now?"

"Um."

Lu Er didn't understand and pressed for details, "Um, what does it mean?"

Song Jingmo: "If we're together, we can video chat."

Just like last time when Lu Er video-called him.

Videos are much more vivid than photos.

Lu Er: "..."

When it comes to being a repressed flirt, he still can't compare to Song Jingmo.

"You're teasing me like this, you have to take responsibility."

Song Jingmo glanced at the clock on the wall; it was already two o'clock. "A moment of spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold; let's not waste it any longer."

Lu Er: "I was just worried that you'd be angry, so I was taking up too much time."

I'm afraid my body can't handle it.

"Are you afraid of me, Er'er?"

Song Jingmo bit the other's earlobe, "Am I not good enough to you?"

A real man can't say he's afraid.

Lu Er shook her head violently: "I'm not afraid of you at all. Whoever is afraid is a coward."

Four hours later, a sliver of dawn was breaking through the sky.

Lu Er was soaking wet, clutching her pillow and sobbing hoarsely, "I'm a grandson, I'm scared, please let me sleep?"

Song Jingmo was drenched in sweat: "You know what I want to hear."

"Waaah, I'm going to tell my mom that you're always bullying me..."

Song Jingmo was so frightened he almost collapsed, and said fiercely, still holding the red rose in his mouth, "All you're good for is your stubbornness."