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

Yin Siyao's face finally darkened completely after Leng Keyan said in a huff that she was going to drink the pork rib soup.

The restaurant's soft lighting couldn't dispel the seriousness between his brows as he stared intently at Leng Keyan, remaining silent for a few seconds.

When Yin Siyao spoke again, her tone was one of compromise and indulgence: "Yan Yan, be good."

These two words seemed to possess a magical power, instantly piercing through the sharp spikes that Leng Keyan had erected all over her body.

Yin Siyao rarely called him that.

At this moment, in such an awkward and tense atmosphere, this soft call was like a feather gently brushing against my heart, sending shivers down my spine.

"Pork rib soup is high in fat and purines. Besides causing weight gain and increasing the risk of gout, it has little nutritional value, let alone calcium."

"Although the mushroom soup is light, mushrooms are rich in trace elements and amino acids, and lean meatballs provide high-quality protein, making it more suitable for healing injuries."

Leng Keyan fell silent instantly.

The ears on its head, which had been standing up because of its ruffled fur, suddenly drooped down.

All the thorns and anger on her body instantly crumbled, leaving only a dazed and docile state after being stroked.

Looking down at the bowl of clear soup in front of me, which I had just disliked, I now felt that it was emanating an ethereal aura.

Obediently, I picked up the spoon, scooped up a meatball and a little soup, and put it in my mouth.

The meatballs are bouncy and chewy, the soup base is delicious, and it has a unique mushroom aroma.

It tastes so good.

In a moment of impulse, out of spite, they ordered so many expensive and spicy dishes, which Yin Siyao and Zhao Jingshu obviously wouldn't touch.

How much did this huge feast cost Yin Siyao...?

Yin Siyao's monthly salary is so low, I'm really being so inconsiderate.

A wave of intense regret and guilt washed over Leng Keyan, and she slowed down even as she drank her soup. She looked like a dejected little dog who had done something wrong.

The second half of the meal was spent in an eerie silence.

Zhao Jingshu tried to start a conversation several times, but Yin Siyao's brief responses always deflected her attention.

After finally finishing their meal, Yin Siyao called the waiter to settle the bill.

Looking at the numbers on the bill, Leng Keyan's heart clenched again.

Stepping out of the restaurant, Yin Siyao stood by the roadside and hailed a taxi.

He opened the car door and said to Zhao Jingshu, "Go back and rest first, and be careful on the road."

Zhao Jingshu looked at the person, then at Leng Keyan, who was standing half a step behind Yin Siyao, playing with the drawstring of her hoodie with her head down, and hesitated to speak.

In the end, he could only manage a weak smile and said gently, "Alright, then you should all get some rest too."

Goodbye, Sister Zhao.

Leng Keyan replied sullenly, still without looking up.

Only after watching the taxi carrying Zhao Jingshu disappear into the traffic did Yin Siyao slowly turn around.

Under the dim yellow light of the streetlights, Leng Keyan stood there, her bright yellow hoodie looking somewhat lonely in the night.

His face still bore bruises that hadn't faded, and the corners of his mouth were slightly turned down, giving him the look of someone who had done something wrong and was waiting for punishment.

"What are you thinking about?"

Leng Keyan stiffened, slowly raising her head, her eyes darting around. "Um... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have ordered so many dishes... You've spent so much money..."

Looking at the person's appearance, Yin Siyao's slight anger from the restaurant had long since dissipated, replaced by a helpless feeling that was both amused and exasperated.

He smirked. "Now you know it's wasteful? Weren't you so extravagant when you were ordering?"

He paused, then glanced meaningfully at Leng Keyan. "Those four dishes are very spicy and oily. If you're not feeling well tomorrow, I'll contact Director Zhang of the proctology department and get you an appointment."

Leng Keyan: "!!!"

Yin Siyao... How could you say such a thing?

And you said it so seriously.

He doesn't need a proctology department.

"My sphincter muscles are perfectly fine, so I won't be able to hold it in..."

Leng Keyan stubbornly retorted, but her momentum was clearly insufficient, and she was so embarrassed that she wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Seeing the man's shameful and indignant expression, a faint smile flickered in Yin Siyao's eyes.

He took two steps forward, closing the distance between himself and Leng Keyan.

The dim streetlights stretched their shadows long, making them overlap.

"Just now at the restaurant,"

Yin Siyao's voice was exceptionally clear in the silence of the night, "You got angry and ordered a bunch of spicy dishes because I sat with Zhao Jingshu?"

Leng Keyan felt even more embarrassed after her secret was exposed.

But she still gritted her teeth and admitted, "It's hard for me not to overthink things... you..."

"I was just sitting on the same sofa as her."

Yin Siyao interrupted, "There was at least half a person's distance between us. From beginning to end, there was no physical contact whatsoever."

As he spoke, he leaned slightly closer to Leng Keyan, his gaze meeting her darting eyes, a barely perceptible hint of mischief in his voice:

"I didn't do what some people do, hugging and kissing in a taxi, whispering in each other's ears, and practically touching each other."

Leng Keyan's heart skipped a beat.

"I...I didn't, that was her...I just..."

Leng Keyan was eager to defend herself, but she couldn't bring herself to say what had happened. She was speechless for a moment, and her face turned even redder as she looked extremely aggrieved.

Seeing that the man's eyes were about to redden again, Yin Siyao didn't press for more details.

He straightened up and glanced at his watch.

"Alright." Yin Siyao's tone softened. "From now on, be mindful of your boundaries and keep a proper distance from others."

These words sounded like an admonition, or perhaps a veiled declaration.

"I see."

A sweet feeling welled up in Leng Keyan's heart.

Yin Siyao told him to keep his distance from others. What's the difference between that and confessing your feelings?

"It's getting late, go back and rest early," Yin Siyao said. "Be careful not to get the wounds on your face wet when you shower, and remember to apply medicine after you shower."

Leng Keyan nodded, but didn't move her feet.

Looking at Yin Siyao, she hesitated for a moment, then said softly, "Teacher Yin, shall I... shall I take you home first? You don't live far away."

Yin Siyao was somewhat surprised: "I'm a thirty-year-old adult man, with hands and feet, not a little girl who needs escorting. What's there to escort me for?"

"Boys need to protect themselves when they're out and about."

Leng Keyan had a good reason: "Besides, you just treated me to such an expensive meal, so I'll take you home to help you digest."

Yin Siyao was speechless at this argument, but looking at Leng Keyan's bright eyes, he swallowed back the words of refusal that were on the tip of his tongue.

"what ever."

Like a puppy that has been granted permission, Leng Keyan happily followed, walking closely beside Yin Siyao.

The streets were quiet at night. The two walked side by side, their shadows lengthened and shortened by the streetlights.

No one spoke again, but the atmosphere was much better than it had been in the restaurant and on the street, even exuding a rare sense of peace and tacit understanding.

When Leng Keyan reached the apartment building where Yin Siyao lived, she stopped.

"I've arrived," Yin Siyao said. "Go back now, and be careful on the road."

Looking at the warm yellow light shining from the apartment building entrance, and then at Yin Siyao, Leng Keyan felt a surge of reluctance and impulse again.

She bit her lip, her voice trembling slightly with anticipation: "Um, can I come up and sit for a bit? Just for a little while, I'm thirsty."