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

After getting on the bus, Song Jingmo regretted it.

He must be crazy to let Lu Er lead him by the nose.

I foolishly followed him to see Lu Er's girlfriend.

Are you rushing to wish the two of them a lifetime of love and happiness, and that they will soon have a child?

Song Jingmo turned his head to look out the window, his right fist pressed against the tip of his nose, trying to calm his uncontrollable emotions.

The car drove out of the parking lot, but did not head towards the villa area where Lu Er lived.

Song Jingmo turned his head: "Weren't you going to see your girlfriend?"

Lu Er stared intently at the road ahead, a slight smile playing on her lips, her voice melodious: "I'm just going to see my girlfriend. She lives where I used to live."

That's true. He had stayed in the bedroom of Lu'er Villa last time, and there were no signs of women having lived there.

It's probably to prevent paparazzi from taking photos.

Lu Er really likes this girlfriend.

Song Jingmo sighed and blinked his sore eyes.

Twenty minutes later, the car stopped in an apartment complex behind University A.

Song Jingmo got out of the car and looked at the familiar building in front of him, feeling somewhat dazed.

This is where they lived when they were studying.

They have been renting apartments off-campus since high school.

Lu Er was spoiled by her family and has a sensitive body; she gets sick easily if not properly cared for.

Song Jingmo still remembers one time in high school when Lu Er had a fever in the middle of the night. He climbed over the wall to go out to buy medicine and was caught red-handed by the security guard.

Later, Lu Er got sick too often, and constantly using VPNs wasn't a solution.

Lu Er's mother simply bought this house near the school, but worried that Lu Er would go astray if she lived alone, so she asked Song Jingmo to take care of her.

The affiliated high school of University A and University A are just across the street from each other, and the two continued to live there after they went to university.

"You still keep this house?"

He assumed that Lu Er had already sold the house, since it held their most unpleasant memories.

"kindness."

Lu Er walked straight towards the familiar unit door.

Song Jingmo followed behind, each step a memory.

The elevator stopped on the 23rd floor, and the moment the doors opened, a kind-faced woman came to greet us.

"Little Er is back?"

The woman was speaking when she saw who was behind Lu Er and her eyes widened in surprise. "Xiao Mo is back too?"

Song Jingmo smiled gently: "Wang Ma, it's been a long time."

Wang Ma excitedly grabbed Song Jingmo's hand, "Come in and sit down, let me take a good look at you. Wow, you've become even more handsome."

Just then, a kitten wearing a Lolita pink dress walked gracefully out of the inner room.

She first looked at Song Jingmo warily, then nuzzled close to Lu Er's feet affectionately.

Lu Er bent down, picked up the kitten, turned to Song Jingmo, and said with a sly smile, "Let me introduce you, this is my girlfriend."

Song Jingmo remained silent.

He never imagined that the "girlfriend" Lu Er was talking about would be a cat.

Why give a cat such a name?

Song Jingmo breathed a sigh of relief, his words revealing a sense of helplessness.

Lu Er argued confidently, "Cats are mostly aloof, but occasionally clingy—doesn't that perfectly match my requirements for a friend?"

"Besides, it's a female cat, what's wrong with calling her 'girlfriend'?"

Song Jingmo: "..."

The kitten was pure white except for a touch of gray on the tips of its ears, and its bright blue eyes were watching the unfamiliar visitor warily.

For some reason, he felt that the cat looked somewhat familiar.

Song Jingmo frowned slightly: "Is it the stray cat whose leg was broken by a car back then?"

"I didn't expect you to recognize me."

Two months before Song Jingmo went abroad, they encountered a kitten downstairs whose leg had been broken by a car.

Lu Er, relying on her status as a medical student, insisted on performing surgery on the kitten.

Having no other choice, Song Jingmo bought medical equipment, and the two of them performed a simple operation on the kitten.

Because Song Jingmo is a germaphobe, Lu Er didn't bring the cat home, but instead built a small shelter for it in the stairwell.

Once the kitten's wounds healed, it would often disappear, only occasionally returning to beg for food.

"After you went abroad, I came back here and saw it again."

Lu Er stroked the cat's fur. "It brought me a flower, so I took it home. Anyway, you're not here, so no one can control me."

Aunt Wang chimed in with a smile, "This cat is so clever. As soon as it hears Xiao Er's footsteps, it runs to the door to wait."

Song Jingmo looked around; the room was furnished exactly the same as it had been six years ago.

The sofa was still the same beige fabric sofa, and the ceramic doll they had found at the night market was still on the TV cabinet.

Everything is just as it was six years ago.

"I'll go make you some hangover soup."

As Wang Ma spoke, she walked towards the kitchen. "Sleep here tonight. I clean the room regularly, so it's very clean."

Lu Er looked at Song Jingmo, her eyes filled with trepidation: "Should we stay?"

Song Jingmo should have refused.

This house holds too many memories he doesn't want to revisit.

But seeing Lu Er's expectant eyes, he nodded almost unconsciously: "Okay."

"How come you've always stayed the same?"

Lu Er leaned against the door frame, her gaze drifting into the distance: "I'm used to it, too lazy to change."

Song Jingmo walked to his bedroom door, hesitated for a moment, and then pushed the door open.

The room was spotless, the sheets were perfectly smooth without a single wrinkle, and the items on the desk were neatly arranged.

"Aunt Wang comes to clean every week. She said you might come back any day."

Song Jingmo turned around and looked at Lu Er.

Six years were compressed in that instant, and they returned to that crossroads.

Song Jingmo stood alone in the center of the room, feeling the illusion of time flowing backward.

His gaze fell on the desk, where a medical monograph he hadn't finished reading before he left lay.

The page he turned to was even the same one he was reading back then.

All of this was all too familiar, so familiar that it broke his heart.

That evening, Wang Ma finished tidying up and left.

Only the two of them remained in the house.

The cat finally lowered its guard against Song Jingmo, jumped onto the sofa, and found a comfortable spot between the two of them to lie down.

"It should still remember you," Lu Er said lazily.

Song Jingmo gently stroked the cat's soft fur: "Cats actually have very good memories."

Lu Er said meaningfully, "Much better than some people."

The air suddenly became quiet, with only the cat's purring echoing in the room.

What are your plans for tomorrow?

"I'm going to work as usual," Song Jingmo said, then asked, "What about you?"

"Take a break, I have a photoshoot with a guy the day after tomorrow."

Lu Er hesitated for a moment, "If you're not busy, you can come over for dinner tomorrow night. Aunt Wang said she'll make your favorite sweet and sour pork ribs."

Song Jingmo looked at Lu Er, who deliberately avoided his gaze. She pretended to be engrossed in her phone, but her taut jawline betrayed her.

"it is good."

A hint of surprise flashed in Lu Er's eyes, but she quickly concealed it: "I'll tell Aunt Wang."

As night deepened, the two returned to their respective bedrooms.

Song Jingmo lay on his familiar bed, smelling the sunshine on his pillow, unable to fall asleep for a long time.

Unbeknownst to him, the person in the next room was also tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

Lu Er hugged the cat and murmured to herself, "He's back. Are you happy?"

The cat meowed, as if in response.

Six years seemed to be quietly folded over in this one night, and they returned to their starting point.