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

Song Jingmo recognized him, who was covered up completely, just by looking at him.

For a moment, Lu Er didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

The shouts of paparazzi at the entrance, the obstruction of bodyguards, and the reprimands of security guards all became indistinct.

All that remained in his ears was the pounding of his heart and Song Jingmo's icy questioning.

Is Song Jingmo suspecting him of drug use or drug overdose?

Without saying a word, they told him to call the police.

How much must she hate him?

Six years have passed, and it seems that the hatred has only increased.

You've misunderstood.

Lu Er's voice trembled as she tried to grab Song Jingmo's white coat sleeve, almost driven by her survival instinct.

But just as their fingertips were about to touch, they recoiled as if electrocuted.

Song Jingmo would be disgusted by his touch.

The situation is critical; he cannot afford to anger the other party any further.

Moreover, he was in the wrong back then.

Lu Er's cheeks burned, and her low voice carried an unspeakable panic and a sense of grievance she herself was unaware of: "I was drugged..."

The eyelashes behind Song Jingmo's gold-rimmed glasses trembled very slightly. A faint hint of surprise flickered across those deep, still eyes, like a still well, vanishing in an instant.

Glancing once more at the person before him, whose eyes were red and whose fingertips were trembling slightly, Song Jingmo spoke again: "Follow me."

The man walked ahead with an upright posture, showing no concern or sympathy for his plight.

Lu Er leaned against the wall, stiffly following along, each step feeling like stepping on burning coals.

At the entrance to the clinic.

Song Jingmo stepped aside and closed the door after Lu Er went inside.

In the not-so-spacious space, the smell of disinfectant mixed with the cool cedar scent on Song Jingmo's body, penetrating every nostril.

It relentlessly teased Lu Er's already sensitive nerves.

"sit down."

Lu Er sat obediently by the examination bed, her fingers nervously gripping the sheets.

Song Jingmo put on disposable medical gloves: "Take off your mask and hat."

"Can... we not pick them?"

He had sweated so much running that his makeup must have run; he didn't even want to think about what he would look like without his mask.

Song Jingmo didn't even lift his eyelids: "You and I are just doctor and patient."

Lu Er slowly took off her mask and hat, revealing a face that amazed the entire internet.

Even with her makeup smudged, it didn't affect her outstanding features at all.

The person in the hospital bed, timid and obedient, asked, "Should I take off my clothes?"

"Unbutton your collar."

The bright light pierced her pupils, and Lu Er instinctively closed her eyes and shrank back.

"Open your eyes."

Lu Er was forced to open her eyes and met Song Jingmo's face, which was very close to hers.

The eyes behind the glasses are focused and sharp, no longer possessing the gentle tenderness of yesteryear.

The cold stethoscope probed into Lu Er's open shirt and pressed against his burning chest.

"Take a deep breath."

Lu Er cooperated, each breath accompanied by an uncontrollable slight tremor.

The cold touch of the stethoscope, and the slight chill of Song Jingmo's fingers brushing against his skin, were pure torture.

This feeling is very similar to that absurd night six years ago.

Both are bodies out of control.

It was Song Jingmo who touched her.

That night was a passionate entanglement, tonight is a cold judgment.

Shame and fear clung to me like vines, suffocating me.

Lu Er bit her lip tightly, afraid that she would make any embarrassing noise.

Finally, Song Jingmo straightened up: "We need to draw blood to test the drug's composition. Take off your coat and roll up your sleeves."

Although it was just taking off her coat, Lu Er still felt an indescribable shyness under Song Jingmo's gaze.

He awkwardly tried to unbutton his suit jacket, and because of his nervousness, he couldn't get it right even after several attempts.

Song Jingmo's gaze remained calm; he neither urged her nor offered any assistance.

A silent gaze is itself a form of torture.

Lu Er, covered in sweat, took off her coat, rolled up her sleeves, and revealed her fair forearms and elbows.

"Could you... be a little gentler?"

Lu Er's voice was so soft it was like a mosquito's hum, filled with obvious fear and panic.

Song Jingmo paused for a moment: "You can't even handle this little bit of pain?"

Lu Er choked, recalling the stinging pain of being pried open that night, her cheeks flushed bright red.

So, Song Jingmo was disgusted by his pretentiousness?

With a tourniquet wrapped around his upper arm, Song Jingmo pressed his long fingers on the skin of Lu Er's elbow crease to find veins.

The slight coolness of her fingertips through the gloves sent shivers down Lu Er's spine with every press.

"Make a fist."

Lu Er obediently did as she was told, and their breaths mingled.

The sharp, stinging sensation opened the floodgates of memory.

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Six years ago, the morning sun was blinding.

Lu Er woke up with a splitting headache, feeling weak and sore all over, as if she had been run over by a truck.

What's even more terrifying is that the person lying next to him wasn't a sexy hottie, but the academic genius Song Jingmo.

Ignoring the pain, Lu Er scrambled off the bed, wanting nothing more than to make a quick getaway.

On the bed, Song Jingmo slept peacefully, his waist slender and thin, with only a corner of the quilt draped over him.

On her smooth, fair back, there were several scratches, each seven or eight centimeters long, with traces of blood still seeping out.

His neck and shoulders were covered with ambiguous bite marks.

Miserable.

Out of guilt, Lu Er took out all the cash and a card from her wallet and placed them on the bedside table.

Just as he put it down, Song Jingmo woke up.

The allure in the fox's eyes faded quickly once he saw the reality of the situation and what Lu Er had let go of.

It turned into disbelief and shock, mixed with a hint of hurt.

But that slight injury was quickly covered by a thick layer of coldness.

Immediately following was a look of utter disgust.

Song Jingmo's lips curled into a smile: "You really know how to disgust people."

Lu Er apologized hastily, "I'm sorry. You know I'm straight! Just pretend... I got bitten by a dog!"

After saying that, he rushed out of the room without looking back.

……

"Hold it down."

The cold voice pulled Lu Er back from her unbearable memories.

Song Jingmo deftly labeled the blood sample, took off his gloves, and threw it into the medical waste bin.

Throughout the entire process, he didn't look at Lu Er even once.

In the quiet air, the sound of the keyboard being typed was exceptionally clear.

Lu Er couldn't help but look towards the source of the sound.

On the black keyboard, Song Jingmo's fingers tapped rhythmically.

Those were extremely beautiful hands.

The fingers are long, with fair skin at the base and distinct knuckles. The nails are smooth and clean, and faint bluish veins are visible beneath the jade-like skin.

Song Jingmo recorded the message, her tone distant: "Go pay the bill before getting the IV drip. I suggest you get a full physical exam."

Is Song Jingmo being shady? Is he dirty?

That's true; how many people in the entertainment industry are truly clean?

Overwhelmed by immense embarrassment, Lu Er opened her mouth, wanting to explain, but realized it was unnecessary.

The phone screen on the desk lit up, accompanied by a slight vibration.

Song Jingmo picked up her phone, not avoiding Lu Er, but the lines of her profile softened a bit.

His voice was familiar and gentle: "Just finished working, see you in a bit."

"I'll be waiting for you at the usual place."

The voice on the other end of the phone was sweet and pleasant, and it was especially clear in the quiet clinic.

A bitter taste and an indescribable panic welled up in my heart without warning.

Lu Er just wanted to escape as soon as possible.