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

At eight o'clock in the morning, Song Jingmo drew back the curtains in the hotel room.

The not-so-bright winter sunlight shone in, dispelling the ambiguous atmosphere in the room.

"Er'er, wake up, it's time to get up."

Song Jingmo sat on the edge of the bed, gently brushing away the messy stray hairs on Lu Er's forehead with his fingers, his voice hoarse and satisfied with the sound of early morning.

The person in bed stirred, letting out a painful and aggrieved groan, burying their head even deeper into the pillow.

Her voice, heavy with sleepiness and accusation, said, "Song Jingmo, you're inhuman. You knew I had filming today, and you only let me sleep for three hours..."

Her voice grew softer and softer, and she looked like she was about to fall asleep again.

Song Jingmo chuckled softly: "Let me correct you, I only made up for the hour and a half you skipped on the first night."

She paused, her fingertips tracing suggestively along Lu Er's smooth shoulder exposed outside the blanket. "I'm going back to City A tomorrow. Can I have some compensation tonight?"

Enraged by the precise calculation and shameless demands, Lu Er instantly sobered up and suddenly poked her head out from under the covers.

He kicked her, saying, "You're even worse at exploiting people than Zhou Bapi! Capitalists would cry if they saw you like this."

Song Jingmo had anticipated this and easily dodged to the side.

He gently grasped Lu Er's restless ankle and carefully helped her put on her socks.

Lu Er had one foot held, while her other foot was deliberately placed on Song Jingmo's shoulder with the toe.

She even gently rubbed it, saying, "I can dress myself."

Song Jingmo didn't even look up, focusing intently on smoothing the edges of the socks.

His voice was calm and even: "I'm afraid you'll feel uncomfortable when you bend over."

Lu Er: "..."

How could this man, with such a pure and abstinent face, say such... such shameless things?

After putting on her socks, Lu Er practically jumped into the bathroom to wash up.

When they finally came out, Song Jingmo had already set out breakfast.

Warm milk, sandwiches, and cut fruit.

The two finished eating quickly, and Song Jingmo drove Lu Er to the film set.

Along the way, Lu Er took a nap by the car window, while Song Jingmo focused on driving.

Occasionally, she would turn her head to glance at the peaceful sleeping face of the person beside her, her eyes filled with an unyielding tenderness.

Upon arriving at the film studio, Lu Er familiarly climbed into her RV to put on makeup, while Song Jingmo found a corner to sit down.

The makeup artist, with a straightforward personality, opened her makeup case while chatting casually: "How did Xiao Lu sleep last night? Hmm..."

His gaze fixed on Lu Er's neck, his voice trailed off, and then he gasped.

On Lu Er's fair and slender neck, from behind her ears to her collarbone, were several red marks of varying shades, which were particularly noticeable under the light.

The makeup artist inwardly groaned and quickly grabbed concealer and foundation, frantically trying to fix the problem.

However, the mark was quite deep, and even after covering it with a layer of foundation, it was still visible.

"My brother, oh dear!"

The makeup artist panicked, applying too much pressure, both annoyed and amused. "You should at least restrain yourself during filming! What... how am I supposed to do this?"

Lu Er didn't even lift her eyelids: "Some people are like dogs, I'm exhausted too."

Not only am I mentally exhausted, but I'm also physically exhausted.

Song Jingmo's gaze fell on Lu Er's horribly mangled neck, his eyes darkening slightly, carrying a hint of apology for knowing he was in the wrong.

Walking to the makeup mirror, she said sincerely, "I'm sorry, it was my fault. I'll be more careful in the future and try not to cause you any trouble."

Song Jingmo's good attitude and handsome looks left the makeup artist speechless with a bellyful of complaints.

She could only blush and wave her hand, saying, "N-no, it's okay, I'll try my best to cover it up. It's more noticeable because Xiao Lu has fair skin..."

Lu Er glared at Song Jingmo in the mirror, baring her teeth.

Upon receiving the accusation, Song Jingmo's lips curved into a barely perceptible smile. He raised his hand to ruffle Lu Er's hair, only to be dismissively slapped away by Lu Er.

After much effort, they finally managed to cover up those ambiguous traces.

Lu Er changed into her costume and threw herself into the intense filming.

The rest area has a tent set up and some chairs and tables placed there.

Besides Song Jingmo, there were several other actors sitting there chatting and playing on their phones.

Song Jingmo's gaze involuntarily followed Lu Er.

It has to be said that although Lu Er is not a domineering CEO, he really plays the role convincingly.

At that moment, the faint sounds of conversation from several actors nearby drifted over.

"Hey, have you guys heard? Ye Qingge's resources, it's said, were obtained by sleeping with people?"

"That's right, it's all over the industry."

Another male actor lowered his voice and chimed in, "I heard she has a sugar daddy backing her, otherwise, how could someone like her rise to fame so quickly?"

Song Jingmo's fingers, which were holding the water, turned slightly white, and his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

He wasn't interested in these entertainment gossips, but Ye Qingge was, after all, Lu Er's friend, and they had even arranged a dinner last night.

However, what he said next made Song Jingmo's face darken instantly.

"She's a kept woman, but isn't she currently having an affair with Lu Er?"

"Could it be that you're juggling multiple relationships? Lu Er has really a taste for the unusual; she can eat anything without even caring about the dirt."

One of them scoffed, "How many people in this industry are clean? With his striking looks, how could he possibly be innocent?"

Another person immediately chimed in: "I heard that there are a few big shots in the industry who are particularly fond of his type, he's handsome and has a bit of a seductive charm."

"My friend saw him at a shopping mall, hanging out with those big shots, having a blast. He's probably been taken advantage of countless times already, otherwise how could he have such good connections?"

Foul language, like sewage in a gutter, flows unabashedly, filled with malicious speculation and jealousy.

The air pressure around Song Jingmo decreased at a visible rate, and he slowly raised his head.

The icy gaze, like a tangible blade, pierced precisely at those who were still gossiping without restraint.

Several people looked at each other.

Song Jingmo said calmly, "Speaking so filthyly, did you forget to wipe your mouth after using the toilet?"

One of them complained, "We were just chatting, what's it to you? Who do you think you are?"

Song Jingmo smiled slightly: "If you're hungry, go lick the toilet. Don't keep talking nonsense here. If you're really bored, you can help with human trafficking."