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

The curtains in the hotel room were drawn tightly, with only a small nightlight on the bedside table emitting a warm yellow glow.

A faint scent of shower gel mingled in the air.

When Lu Er came out after taking a shower, Song Jingmo was already sitting on the bed.

Holding a golden bell in his hand, he examined it carefully against the light.

Hearing the noise, he looked up and his gaze fell on Lu Er.

Lu Er was only wrapped in a bath towel, her hair was still wet, and water droplets slid down her neck and into the depths of her collarbone.

"come over."

Song Jingmo waved.

Lu Er walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Song Jingmo naturally took the towel and gently and carefully dried the other person's hair.

Lu Er squinted comfortably and lazily lay on Song Jingmo's lap.

"Ner, I have a little gift..."

Lu Er perked up: "What is it? Why are you hiding it? Take it out quickly."

Song Jingmo's expression was complicated: "It's a piece of clothing."

Ten minutes later, Lu Er sat cross-legged on the bed.

She wore a small golden bell on her ankle and looked at the clothes that Song Jingmo took out of the suitcase with a complicated expression.

When was it decided?

"The day I saw the behind-the-scenes footage."

Lu Er turned around, her eyes wide: "So you planned this all along? To make me dance in this...?"

"Yes." Song Jingmo admitted frankly, "I want to see it, I really, really want to see it."

"But what you bought... can this even be called clothes?"

Lu Er was speechless as she unfolded the garment, which was made of very little fabric.

To be precise, it consisted of a few straps and a piece of cloth about the size of a palm.

It's a light red color, made of satin, and the same color as the costume I wore while filming.

But the design, well, it was bolder than a little bit.

Song Jingmo remained expressionless: "The improved version."

"Is reducing it to just a few straps considered an improvement?"

Lu Er glared at her, "What's the difference between wearing this and not wearing anything at all?"

"There is a difference."

Song Jingmo said seriously, "It looks even better... wearing it."

Although he didn't finish his sentence, his eyes betrayed him.

Lu Er looked at the clothes on the bed, and her ears slowly turned red.

He threw the clothes back on the bed: "I can dance, but I can't wear these clothes."

"What happened to your clothes?"

Song Jingmo picked up the shirt and held it up against Lu Er. "The size should be just right."

"It's not a size issue."

Lu Er panicked, "This outfit...it's too revealing!"

Song Jingmo raised an eyebrow: "Weren't you dressed properly when you were filming?"

"That was for filming, and besides, the clothes weren't like that..."

Lu Er couldn't continue speaking.

Song Jingmo leaned closer, looking pitiful: "Er'er, have you changed your mind? Your husband won't even let you watch him dance..."

Lu Er felt flustered by the close proximity of their breath and turned her face away, saying, "No, there's no music..."

"You can leave your phone there."

"There's no atmosphere."

"Dim the lights."

"I······"

Lu Er ran out of words.

Song Jingmo smiled as he looked at the man's embarrassed expression.

He then took out another small box from his suitcase and opened it.

Inside is a fluffy white tail, soft and cute.

Lu Er was completely dumbfounded, her voice trembling as she asked, "What... what is this now?"

"Rabbit's tail."

Song Jingmo said with a serious face, "It's fluffy, isn't it cute?"

"Song Jingmo!"

Lu Er jumped out of bed. "Where...where did you get all this?"

Online shopping.

Song Jingmo picked up the tail, weighed it in his hand, and said, "The feedback is good; they say it's very soft."

"I don't want to!"

Lu Er replied resolutely, "I'd rather die than do that!"

"oh."

Song Jingmo was a little disappointed. "It's fine if you don't wear them. You can just wear the bells and dance."

Seeing Song Jingmo's dejected expression after being rejected, Lu Er bit her lip and finally accepted the clothes.

Song Jingmo's expression changed instantly: "My wife is so good. I knew she loved me the most."

Lu Er: Is it too late to turn against me now?

He dawdled as he changed into his costume.

It fits perfectly, even better than the outfit worn by the crew on set.

The waistline of the top was perfectly cinched, revealing just the right amount of fair skin without being too revealing.

The pants fit well, making the legs look long and straight.

Song Jingmo took the longest string of bells; the golden chain shimmered with tiny lights under the lamp.

With nimble fingers, she unfastened the clasp, looped it around Lu Er's waist, and put it on him.

Lu Er shuddered the moment the bell touched her waist.

cold.

"Dr. Song..."

Lu Er wanted to say something, but Song Jingmo had already fastened the buckle.

The bells hung from her waist, swaying slightly with her breath and making a very faint tinkling sound.

"alright."

Song Jingmo took a step back, looked at the person, his eyes appearing deep in the dim light, "Jump."

Lu Er bit her lip.

He didn't actually not want to jump.

I just felt embarrassed.

Dancing on set is part of the job, it's part of the performance.

But here, in a hotel room with only two people, dancing dressed like this with bells on is a completely different story.

"music……"

Song Jingmo picked up his phone and tapped a few times.

The Jiangnan folk song played again, exactly the same as the one on the film set.

Lu Er's waist swayed to the music.

It was slow, soft, and carried a languid charm.

The bell swayed with the movement, jingling and jingling, the sound particularly clear in the quiet room.

Song Jingmo leaned against the wall, watching quietly.

His gaze slid from Lu Er's eyes to her lips, then to her neck, and finally settled on her waist.

Fair-skinned and slender, the bell left faint red marks on her skin, appearing and disappearing with her movements.

Lu Er danced with great enthusiasm.

She turned around, her back to Song Jingmo, her waist swaying, and the bells jingled even more rapidly.

The hem of her light red dress billowed with her movements, revealing a small section of her waist.

Two very deep hollows, rising and falling with each breath.

It was quickly covered by the fabric again.

Halfway through the music, Lu Er turned around and met Song Jingmo's eyes.

Focused, passionate, and with undisguised desire.

The gaze was almost tangible; when it swept across the skin, it left a burning sensation.

Song Jingmo's Adam's apple bobbed.

Lu Er saw it.

A sly smile curved her lips, her movements became slower and softer, and her waist swayed as if it had no bones.

Then, Song Jingmo walked over.

From behind, she wrapped her arms around Lu Er's waist.

My hands are very hot.

The moment it touched her skin, Lu Er trembled.

The next second, Song Jingmo scooped the person up in his arms.

"Eh~"

Lu Er exclaimed in surprise, and the bells jingled loudly.

"You dance very well."

Song Jingmo placed the person on the bed, leaned over and pressed down on him, his voice low and husky, "But it's okay now."

"I haven't finished dancing yet..."

Lu Er protested quietly.

"The rest," Song Jingmo kissed Lu Er's collarbone, "we'll do it another day."