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

Lu Er strongly disagreed: "Birthdays only come once a year, and it's a meeting with your colleagues. If I'm too casual, it will seem like I don't value you enough."

What's more, this is Song Jingmo's first birthday since the two of them got together.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration for him to dress up for the occasion.

However, since Song Jingmo's colleagues are all doctors, it wouldn't be appropriate for him to be too formal.

Song Jingmo turned his head and kissed the other's earlobe. "I was worried that everyone would be too busy looking at you tonight and no one would eat."

Lu Er was being held, his back pressed against Song Jingmo's warm chest, and the tingling sensation on his earlobe made his body tremble slightly.

She turned her head and glared at Song Jingmo: "I've never seen you so glib before."

"I'll have more."

With that, Song Jingmo chuckled softly, turned around, and lowered his head to kiss her rosy lips.

This kiss wasn't as intense as last night's, but it was tender and lingering, filled with longing after being apart for half a day and overflowing with love.

Lu Er initially pushed him away a couple of times, vaguely saying that he hadn't finished styling his hair yet, but he quickly gave in to Song Jingmo's gentle advances.

Her arms unconsciously wrapped around Song Jingmo's neck, and she tilted her head back in response.

The two kissed passionately in the dressing room, the air temperature gradually rising.

Song Jingmo's hands also began to wander, slowly sliding down Lu Er's waistline.

"Er'er, I like you so much~"

Song Jingmo gave him a few more light pecks on the lips. "I can't control myself when I'm with you~"

They want to bully people.

The kind of bullying that makes people cry.

He absolutely adored the way Lu Er cried and begged for mercy.

Eight hours have passed since the medication was applied, and the medicine should be absorbed sufficiently.

"It's not good to be the last one to arrive when you invite people to dinner."

Thinking that the person in his arms would be leaving that night, Song Jingmo tried his best to persuade himself: "Can I hurry up? I promise it will only take half an hour."

If you could believe what men say, pigs would fly.

If those two don't show up tonight, anyone with a brain knows what they've been up to.

He can't afford to lose face like that.

Lu Er resolutely refused to compromise: "Don't try to fool me. You've never worked less than two hours."

Song Jingmo sighed.

Sigh, this little guy is hard to please.

"Er Er..."

Song Jingmo pulled the person closer to him. "Is it really not okay?"

Lu Er's cheeks flushed red. "Time...time is really almost up. Stop fooling around and let's go."

I took a step back, trying to stand up straight, but the discomfort from the soreness in my lower back caused my legs to buckle, and I almost lost my balance.

Be careful.

Song Jingmo quickly caught Lu Er and, seeing her furrowed brows and flushed cheeks, immediately understood what had happened.

A wave of heartache and guilt washed over me, but even more so, I felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction and possessiveness.

Without saying a word, he squatted down in front of Lu Er.

"Come up."

Song Jingmo's voice left no room for argument, "I'll carry you down."

Looking at the broad back in front of her, Lu Er blushed even more: "No need, I can walk."

What a joke.

It's so embarrassing for a grown man like him to need to be carried downstairs.

"Come up."

Song Jingmo's tone left no room for refusal. He turned to look at the person, his eyes gentle yet firm, "Or I can carry you down. You choose."

Lu Er: "..."

Being carried downstairs is even more embarrassing!

"Listen to me, or you can finish this before you eat, since you're already late anyway."

Lu Er checked the time and then felt her waist and legs, which were indeed not very strong.

Gritting her teeth, she finally climbed up and wrapped her arms around Song Jingmo's neck.

Song Jingmo steadily carried the person on his back, weighed him in his arms, and said in a low voice, "He's lost so much weight in just half a month."

Lu Er buried her burning face in Song Jingmo's neck and stopped making a sound.

Song Jingmo left the house with his back to the person, and the elevator was going down.

There were only two people in the small space.

Lu Er lay on Song Jingmo's back, feeling extremely embarrassed.

He's such a grown man, yet he still needs to be carried downstairs.

If someone sees this...

What you fear most is what happens.

The elevator stopped on a certain floor, the doors opened, and a little girl holding her mother's hand walked in.

The little girl was about four or five years old, with two little braids and round, bright eyes.

As soon as she entered the elevator, she looked at the two of them with curiosity, her gaze shifting back and forth between Song Jingmo and Lu Er, who was perched on her back.

Then, in a clear, innocent child's voice, she asked, "Uncle, why does the pretty lady on your back need to be carried even though she's so big?"

"Is she unable to walk on her own?"

Lu Er: "..."

Beautiful...older sister?

Her body stiffened, and she buried her face even deeper, wishing she could disappear on the spot.

Song Jingmo felt the stiffness of the person on his back, and a smile flashed in his eyes.

He explained gently to the little girl, "Little friend, this is a handsome older brother, not an older sister."

"Oh? It's my brother?"

The little girl blinked, seemingly a little confused, but quickly accepted the situation.

She pressed on, "Why does that handsome older brother need to carry me? I'm only four years old, and I never need my mom to carry me."

Song Jingmo remained expressionless: "The handsome brother isn't feeling well and can't walk on his own, so Uncle is carrying him."

The little girl suddenly understood and nodded.

With a mature air, she said, "Oh, handsome brother is sick! Uncle, you have to take good care of him! Being sick is awful!"

"Yes, Uncle will." Song Jingmo suppressed a laugh and answered earnestly.

The little girl's mother, feeling both embarrassed and amused, tugged at her daughter and whispered, "Don't talk nonsense."

Then he smiled apologetically at Song Jingmo.

The elevator reached the first floor, and the mother and daughter went out first.

As soon as the door closed, Lu Er immediately raised her head and, filled with shame and indignation, bit Song Jingmo's neck lightly, leaving a faint ring of teeth marks.

"It's all your fault! You have no self-control and made me lose face in front of the kids, even being called 'sister'..."

Lu Er gritted his teeth, his voice muffled.

Song Jingmo groaned as he was bitten, but he didn't feel any pain; instead, he felt a ticklish sensation.

Carrying Lu Er towards the parking lot, her voice laced with amusement and a hint of innocent accusation: "How can you blame me for this?"

"I'm not usually a person who's driven by desires."

"But when I'm with you... I can't control myself."

"I have reason to suspect that it is Er'er who is seducing me."

When someone is not around, he spends all his time on surgeries and papers, and has no interest in that kind of thing at all.

Lu Er was both angry and amused by this "twisted logic." She hugged Song Jingmo's neck tightly and said in a muffled voice, "Let's go, we'll be late if we keep going."

"Having a beautiful wife really tests a person's willpower."

Song Jingmo's voice was deep and magnetic, coming close to my ear, carrying a burning heat and endless tenderness.

Lu Er lay on Song Jingmo's back, playing with his hair.

Listening to the strong, powerful heartbeat, feeling the warmth and security emanating from the person's broad back, the slight embarrassment in my heart was overwhelmed by a sweet wave.

Oh well... so be it if I lose face.