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

It was 1 a.m. in a suite at a five-star hotel in City S.

Lu Er was sprawled on the sofa in the living room, still wearing the spare suit from the awards ceremony, only the tie was loose.

The top two buttons of her shirt were undone, revealing a small patch of fair skin and a hint of her collarbone.

Only one floor lamp was on in the room, casting a warm yellow glow that cast soft shadows on the walls.

Lu Er held her phone, her thumb quickly swiping across the screen, scrolling through video after video.

From the moment he walked the red carpet, to the coffee he was splashed with, to his reappearance after changing clothes, and finally to the moment he held up the trophy.

The barrage of comments was densely packed:

"LuLu is so brave!"

"May that person who spilled coffee die a horrible death!"

"Her bare face is amazing!"

"Well deserved!"

Lu Er's lips unconsciously curled up, and she opened WeChat to reply to several friends' congratulatory messages.

Ye Qingge sent a voice message, her tone excited: "Did you see the trending topics? You're dominating the headlines!"

Lu Er replied with a smile, "I saw it, you're trending on Weibo too."

Director Guan also sent a message, brief but weighty: "Good, keep up the good work."

Lu Er replied with a bowing emoji, thanking Director Guan for his recognition and saying that she would continue to work hard.

As we were talking, the sound of water from the bathroom stopped.

Not long after, Song Jingmo came out, drying his hair.

She was wearing a white hotel bathrobe, her hair was still wet, and water droplets dripped from the ends of her hair onto her collarbone.

"Still looking at your phone?"

Song Jingmo reached out and snatched the phone from Lu Er's hand. "What time is it? Go take a shower and get some rest."

Lu Er looked up and blinked: "Dr. Song, why are you rushing me to take a shower...? What mischief are you planning to do?"

His words were clearly sarcastic.

Song Jingmo paused, looking down at the person on the sofa.

The light fell on Lu Er's face, her eyelashes casting long, thin shadows under her eyelids, and a sly smile played on her lips.

"Er'er," Song Jingmo's voice was a little hoarse, "Weren't you a little too energetic tonight?"

From the moment we met, he kept flirting with me without holding back at all.

Lu Er laughed even more happily and stood up from the sofa.

She leaned closer to Song Jingmo: "Dr. Song, don't you like me being lively? Should I act a bit aloof?"

Before he could finish speaking, Song Jingmo raised his hand, pressed down on the person's shoulder, and pushed him towards the bathroom: "Go take a shower, be good."

The movements were gentle, but brooked no refusal.

Lu Er was being pushed along, but still unwilling to give up, she turned back and asked, "Dr. Song, how about we take a bath together?"

"Er'er, stop making a fuss. If you want to call Auntie again in the middle of the night..."

Lu Er wisely shut up and dawdled as she went to the bathroom.

Song Jingmo's gaze fell on the bathroom door. The frosted glass revealed a hazy light and shadow, through which he could see the figures moving inside.

After looking at it for a few seconds, Song Jingmo looked away and picked up Lu Er's phone.

The screen was still lit, displaying the trending topics page on Weibo.

Song Jingmo clicked on the video of the spilled coffee and watched it again.

In the video, Lu Er pulled the fans behind her almost without thinking.

Song Jingmo frowned, hovered his finger over the screen for a moment, and finally exited Weibo.

I locked the screen and put the phone back on the bedside table.

By the time Lu Er finished getting ready and came out, more than half an hour had passed.

The room was quiet, with only the slight sound of the air conditioner running.

Song Jingmo lay on the bed, breathing evenly, and looked as if he had already fallen asleep.

Lu Er tiptoed over and sat down on the edge of the bed when the person on the bed stirred.

"Finished washing?"

Song Jingmo's voice was sleepy as he turned around.

"Um."

Lu Er nodded. "Did I wake you up?"

"without."

Song Jingmo sat up, picked up the hair dryer, and said, "Come here, let me dry your hair."

Lu Er obediently lay on Song Jingmo's lap.

Song Jingmo turned on the hairdryer, the warm air blowing on her scalp, her fingers gently running through Lu Er's hair.

The room was quiet, with only the hum of the hairdryer.

Lu Er squinted comfortably, like a cat being stroked.

She leaned back, resting her head against Song Jingmo's abdomen.

Her voice tinged with amusement: "Dr. Song, why are you even more sleepy than me? Has the hospital been too busy lately?"

The sound of the hairdryer stopped for a moment, then continued.

"It's the end of the year, and the hospital is indeed very busy, with a lot of documents from various departments."

"Those trivial matters can be left to your assistant," Lu Er looked up at the person, "You don't need to do everything yourself."

"Um."

Song Jingmo paused in blowing his hair, responded with a sound of agreement, and then said nothing more.

Lu Er sensed something was wrong, her beautiful peach blossom eyes meeting the person blow-drying their hair.

Song Jingmo lowered his eyes, his eyelashes casting a small shadow under his eyes. His expression was calm, but the corners of his mouth were slightly pursed.

"What's wrong?"

Lu Er asked, "Is something difficult to handle?"

"fine."

Song Jingmo turned off the hairdryer, tidied the person's hair, and said, "All done."

Lu Er didn't ask any more questions.

Song Jingmo took out a tube of ointment.

"What is this?"

Burn ointment.

Song Jingmo unscrewed the cap, squeezed out a little ointment onto his fingertip, and said, "Lie still and don't move."

Lu Er obediently lay down on the bed.

Song Jingmo unbuttoned the top two buttons of the man's pajamas, revealing the reddish skin below his collarbone.

The ointment is pale green and has a cool, minty scent.

Song Jingmo squeezed a little onto her fingertip and gently applied it to the burn.

"Actually, you don't need to apply it," Lu Er whispered, "We're going to take another shower later anyway..."

Before he could finish speaking, Song Jingmo paused, his fingers moving slightly. "Why do we still need to wash?"

"·····"

Lu Er was stumped by the question, her ears turning slightly red. "Well...before bed, you also need to..."

Song Jingmo applied the ointment, screwed the cap back on, and casually placed it on the bedside table.

Then he reached out and cupped the person's face in his hands.

Lu Er's heart skipped a beat.

But Song Jingmo only lightly kissed the person's lips, and then immediately separated.

"We're not doing anything tonight, so be good and stop teasing me."

Lu Er blinked, wondering if she had misheard.

"Dr. Song, are you sure?"

Song Jingmo sighed and reached out to ruffle Lu Er's hair: "Yeah, just sleep."

The room was plunged into darkness.

Song Jingmo really just cuddled her while she slept, his hands resting quietly on Lu Er's waist without making any other movements.

After waiting for a while, Lu Er finally couldn't help but turn to the side and look at Song Jingmo in the darkness: "Dr. Song?"

"Um?"

"Are you really going to sleep like this?"

Song Jingmo turned his head, looking at the person in the darkness with intense eyes: "Are you hungry, Er'er? You really want some?"

"I······"

Lu Er choked.

He had always had a love-fear relationship with Song Jingmo.

I was truly happy.

But the pain that follows indulgence is also real pain.

Having a husband who is too capable can be quite a source of distress.

"Your dark circles are too heavy," Song Jingmo reached out and gently stroked Lu Er's under-eye area with his thumb. "Get some rest first. Your husband isn't a beast."

Lu Er doubted that she had heard correctly again.

This really doesn't seem like Song Jingmo's style.

In the past, whenever Song Jingmo came over, it was impossible for him to sleep without three or four hours of exercise.

Sometimes when he was so tired that he cried and begged for mercy, saying that he really couldn't go on, Song Jingmo would kiss him and coax him to hold on a little longer.

Has the person changed their nature today?

"Dr. Song,"

Lu Er leaned closer, staring into Song Jingmo's eyes in the darkness. "Tell me honestly, did you cheat on me with something?"

Song Jingmo: "..."

Being too doting on your wife is also a mistake.

"Otherwise, why would you suddenly become so restrained?"

If a glutton suddenly stops eating, there's only one reason: they're full.

Song Jingmo sighed and reached out to press Lu Er back onto the pillow: "Er'er, didn't you say last time that I didn't know how to care for people, and that I would seize any opportunity to do something ruthless..."