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

1 a.m., K City International Airport.

Lu Er was wrapped in a thick down jacket, fully armed with a hat and mask, only revealing a pair of sleepy but bright eyes.

Standing in the corner of the arrival gate, it occasionally tiptoed and peered out, like a large dog waiting for its owner to come home.

The plane was delayed by half an hour.

When Song Jingmo and his group came out dragging their suitcases, Lu Er's eyes lit up and she went to greet them.

"Kyoto Moku!"

Lu Er lowered her voice, but it was still exceptionally clear in the empty airport at dawn.

Upon seeing the person, Song Jingmo's tired face instantly broke into a smile.

She quickened her pace, naturally took the hot drink from Lu Er's hand, and took his hand in return: "Have you been waiting long? Your hands are so cold."

"Not long ago, we just arrived."

Lu Er said that, but his cold fingertips betrayed him.

Bai Youyu and Tang Lan followed behind, and when they saw the two holding hands, they smiled at each other.

"Let's go, the car is outside."

Lu Er turned and led the way, "Are you hungry? How about we go get something to eat first?"

"Okay, okay!"

Bai Youyu immediately responded, "I was hungry on the plane, the airplane food was awful!"

Tang Lan nodded, "Let's eat something hot to warm ourselves up. It's much colder here than in City A."

The group got into Lu Er's nanny van.

The car was well-heated, and blankets and hot water were provided.

Lu Er sat down next to Song Jingmo, leaning naturally on his shoulder, and whispered, "Are you tired?"

"fine."

Song Jingmo gently stroked Lu Er's hand with his fingers. "You have filming again tomorrow?"

"I have a show this afternoon, no rush."

Lu Er yawned, "I didn't finish filming until 11 o'clock today."

The car entered the city.

K City was still brightly lit in the early hours of the morning, but there were few vehicles on the streets.

The food street is located in the old town, and it was still lively even though it was late at night.

The lively atmosphere of the food stalls, the sizzling sounds of the barbecue stands, and the laughter of diners all blend together to create a vibrant and welcoming scene.

Lu Er booked a private room.

The proprietress greeted us warmly and soon brought out her signature dish:

Grilled fish, spicy crayfish, fried rice noodles, fried potatoes, and several other local snacks.

"Fickle and promiscuous".

Lu Er pushed the vegetable in front of Leng Keyan, "It's a local specialty, a wild vegetable that grows in the lake. It has a very unique taste, you should try it."

Leng Keyan picked up a piece of food with her chopsticks and chewed it without tasting it.

Yin Siyao didn't reply to the message until 10 PM, saying she had been busy and hadn't had time to check her phone. She was too tired and was going to sleep.

Leng Keyan felt empty inside. She wanted to make a phone call, but she was worried that it would disturb the person's rest.

"Ke Yan, is there anywhere in K City you'd like to go?"

Lu Er asked, "Would you like Bai Zhi to accompany you for a walk?"

Leng Keyan looked up and forced a smile: "Don't worry about me, you and Teacher Song have fun."

As she spoke, she subconsciously glanced at Song Jingmo.

Song Jingmo was peeling shrimp for Lu Er, his movements natural and skilled, and he naturally put the peeled shrimp meat into Lu Er's bowl.

Lu Er chatted with Bai Youyu while eating, her eyes crinkling, radiating a happy glow.

That unspoken understanding, that intimacy, that feeling of having eyes only for each other...

Leng Keyan felt even more distressed as she watched.

He also wanted Yin Siyao by his side, so she could care about what he ate and whether he was happy.

He also wanted Yin Siyao to wait for him at the airport in the early morning, which made him feel that everything was worthwhile.

However, Yin Siyao rarely even chats on WeChat.

"Can it be spoken of?"

Lu Er asked, "Are you feeling unwell? You don't look well."

"It's nothing, I'm just a little tired."

Leng Keyan shook her head. "You guys talk, I'll just listen."

The meal lasted for more than an hour, during which Bai Youyu and Tang Lan chatted happily, discussing tomorrow's itinerary.

Leng Keyan sat quietly in the corner. She occasionally responded with a few words, but spent most of her time in a daze.

After dinner, Lu Er asked Bai Zhi to drive Bai Youyu and Tang Lan to the hotel they had booked.

Lu Er and Song Jingmo returned to the apartment Lu Er had rented near the film set.

As soon as she entered, Lu Er kicked off her shoes and collapsed onto the sofa, saying, "I'm exhausted..."

Song Jingmo closed the door and naturally pulled the person into his arms: "Was filming tiring today?"

"Yeah, it took seven or eight takes to get it right."

Lu Er leaned on someone's shoulder, her eyes closed, "The director's demands are too high, I'm almost dehydrated from crying."

Song Jingmo tenderly ruffled the other's hair and lowered his head to ask for a kiss.

Lu Er reached out and pressed against the person's chest: "Wait. What's wrong with Keyan? She's been listless the whole way. Did she have a fight with Dr. Yin?"

Song Jingmo paused, then sighed, "It shouldn't be an argument."

"Siyao went back to her hometown. I guess she's under a lot of pressure from her family to get married, so she's not in touch much. Ke Yan is sensitive, so she seems a bit down."

"Pressuring for marriage?"

Lu Er frowned. "Are his parents very traditional?"

Song Jingmo's fingers unconsciously twirled Lu Er's hair. "His mother is in poor health and has always hoped that he would get married."

"I recently introduced him to a blind date; I heard she was a classmate from junior high and high school."

Lu Er remembered: "The one in the mall?"

"right."

Song Jingmo nodded, "But Yin Siyao wasn't interested in her. Later, that girl fell for your brother."

Lu Er: "This is so melodramatic, even TV dramas wouldn't dare to portray it like this."

"Um."

Song Jingmo admitted, "Siyao's mother hopes he can find someone who can settle down and live a stable life. But talking about family background makes the older woman feel that he is unreliable."

"That's not fair."

Lu Er sat up straight, somewhat indignant, "Ke Yan genuinely likes Dr. Yin, and it's not his fault that he comes from a good family."

"I know."

Song Jingmo pulled her back into his arms. "Yin Siyao may seem gentle and refined, but she's actually very opinionated. When it comes to relationships, she might not be controlled by her family."

Lu Er thought for a moment and nodded: "That's true. If he really didn't mean it, he would have clearly rejected it long ago."

"so,"

Song Jingmo's hands began to wander, slowly sliding upwards from Lu Er's waist. "Shouldn't we...?"

Lu Er felt a little ticklish from being touched and laughed as she dodged, saying, "I'm sleepy..."

"Tired?"

Song Jingmo raised an eyebrow and stopped what he was doing. "Never mind then, go to sleep."

He then let go of her hand, got up, and began to unbutton his shirt.

His movements were slow and methodical, without any rush.

Lu Er lay on the sofa, watching people's movements, and suddenly felt wide awake.

Song Jingmo's hands are very beautiful.

With well-defined joints and slender, fair skin, she exuded a cool and sexy charm against the backdrop of a black shirt.

At this moment, she is unbuttoning the buttons one by one, starting from the collar and slowly moving down.

The movements were unhurried and full of restraint, more alluring than any direct provocation.

Lu Er stared wide-eyed.

He swallowed hard, his voice a little dry: "What...what are you doing?"

"bath."

Song Jingmo unbuttoned the third button, revealing her collarbone and a small patch of her chest, which gleamed warmly under the living room's yellow light.

"Aren't you sleepy? Go wash up and go to bed early."

He turned and walked toward the bathroom.

His back was straight and his waistline was slender.

Lu Er got up from the sofa and followed her: "Um... I want to take a shower too."

"Oh?"

Song Jingmo stopped at the bathroom door, turned around to look at the person, a teasing smile in his eyes, "Weren't you sleepy?"

"Now... I'm not sleepy anymore."

Lu Er walked over, put her arm around Song Jingmo's waist, and pressed her face against his back. "Let's shower together, it'll save water."

Song Jingmo chuckled softly.

He turned around, pinned her against the bathroom door, and leaned down to kiss her.

Lu Er responded obediently, her fingers gripping Song Jingmo's shirt tightly.

Beneath the fabric lay warm skin and firm, well-defined muscles, making his heart race.

"Kyoto Ink..."

Lu Er murmured softly between kisses, "I missed you..."

"I miss you as well."

Song Jingmo's voice was hoarse as he moved the kiss from the lips to the earlobe, then to the side of the neck. "I think about it every day."

When the showerhead is turned on, warm water cascades down.

Steam rose, blurring the glass and also the lingering figures.