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

The onlookers in the distance had various expressions: some were surprised, some were disdainful, and some were just enjoying the spectacle.

Song Jingmo's face was extremely pale.

He took a step forward, blocking Lu Er's view and separating Zhao Lishan from him.

Her voice was as cold as ice: "Zhao Lishan, watch your words."

"What's wrong with my words?"

Zhao Lishan raised an eyebrow. "Besides, what law says that men can have fun, but women can't?"

"Miss Zhao," Lu Er said, her smile still on her face, but her eyes had turned cold, "I don't know how to respond to what you're saying."

Zhao Lishan dropped her nonchalant expression and looked at Lu Er: "If you don't like it, just take it as a joke. Why take it so seriously?"

"joke?"

Lu Er raised an eyebrow. "Seduce my husband in front of me, and you call that a joke? Miss Zhao, your jokes are certainly unique."

"Oh dear, I didn't manage to seduce her."

Zhao Lishan waved her hand, "Besides, if your relationship is truly rock solid, there's no point in me trying to seduce you."

"Isn't this perfect? ​​I'll test your relationship for you for free."

He spoke with great conviction, as if he had done a good deed.

Lu Er was so angry she almost laughed.

He'd lived for over twenty years and seen shameless people, but never anyone this shameless.

"Testing feelings?"

Lu Er nodded. "Alright, then I'll test Miss Zhao too. You seem to enjoy seducing married men so much, are you just starved for love?"

"How about I contact a psychologist for you to see a doctor first, or go directly to a mental hospital? Your symptoms seem quite consistent with paranoia."

Zhao Lishan's face darkened completely as she stared at Lu Er, her lips moving slightly.

Lu Er turned to Song Jingmo, reached out and tugged at his sleeve, her voice softening.

With a hint of grievance, she said, "Dr. Song, I'm hungry."

The speed at which she changed her expression left Zhao Lishan speechless.

In the end, she just glared at the two of them fiercely, then walked away in her high heels.

Song Jingmo looked down at the person, his eyes softening instantly.

Holding Lu Er's hand, his tone returned to its usual gentleness: "Okay, I'll take you out to eat."

Lu Er leaned against Song Jingmo like a cat that had found its owner. "But I don't want to eat at the hotel restaurant. I want to order some specialty dishes."

"it is good."

Song Jingmo nodded, then took the person's hand and left.

Several onlookers in the corridor whispered among themselves:

"Was that Lu Er just now?"

"It really looks like him!"

"My goodness, it's so much better than on TV!"

"Are Dr. Song and him really a couple?"

"Of course, didn't you hear her call him 'husband'?"

"That Zhao Lishan is really something, doing that in public..."

"They're rich kids, they're used to being willful."

The murmurs gradually faded away.

But the atmosphere in the elevator at the corner of the corridor was completely different.

The elevator doors closed, isolating the outside world.

"Er'er," Song Jingmo said, his voice a little hoarse, "why are you here?"

"What?" Lu Er raised an eyebrow, "Can't I come?"

"No," Song Jingmo rubbed his temples, "I mean, why didn't you tell me?"

Why should I tell you?

Lu Er took a step forward and moved closer to Song Jingmo.

Looking up at him, he said, "I'm telling you so you can hide Miss Zhao in advance?"

"Er'er," Song Jingmo grabbed the other's wrist, "Stop fooling around."

"I'm not making a scene."

Lu Er shook off Song Jingmo's hand, but didn't go far.

He simply took a step back and leaned against the wall.

Looking at the person, he asked, "Dr. Song, does Zhao Lishan often do this?"

Song Jingmo answered truthfully: "I restrain myself a bit in the hospital, but I do tend to be a bit inappropriate in private."

Lu Er raised an eyebrow: "Just a little?"

Song Jingmo was silent for a few seconds, then sighed and patiently explained, "I've mentioned it to Qu Weiwei several times already, and I'd like to change my assistant."

"But she is the only daughter of the Zhao Group, and her family has many projects in cooperation with the Qu Group..."

Lu Er listened attentively, her eyes calm: "Dr. Song, I just find it quite funny."

"What?"

"My mom called me this morning, urging me to come to H City to catch my husband cheating."

As Lu Er spoke, she laughed at herself.

Looking at Song Jingmo, she continued, "Her concerns now seem to be not entirely unfounded."

Zhao Lishan is rich, beautiful, and willing to lower herself, making her hard not to be attracted to.

Song Jingmo's heart sank. He took a step forward, wanting to get closer to Lu Er, but Lu Er raised her hand to block him.

"Dr. Song," Lu Er looked at him earnestly, "it's not that I don't believe you, it's just that I feel for you all this time, you've worked so hard."

"Er'er," Song Jingmo's voice lowered, "I'm sorry."

"What are you sorry for?" Lu Er asked. "You didn't do anything wrong."

"I..." Song Jingmo paused, "I shouldn't have made you worry."

Lu Er sighed and took a step forward. She reached out and hugged Song Jingmo's waist, burying her face in his chest.

"Dr. Song, I was actually quite scared just now."

Song Jingmo hugged the person tightly, his arms tightening: "What are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid you really..."

Lu Er's voice became even softer, "I really do have feelings for her."

Throughout history, countless diamond-studded romances have ended up as a messy, tragic failure.

Leaving aside the entertainment industry, the speed at which ordinary couples can switch between loving and not loving each other is sometimes enough to astound everyone.

"No," Song Jingmo said firmly, "Never."

"I know."

Lu Er looked up, her eyes a little red. "But I just can't stop thinking about it. Dr. Song, am I being too petty?"

Looking at the person's reddened eyes, Song Jingmo felt as if he had been pricked by a needle.

He lowered his head and kissed Lu Er on the forehead.

"It's not that I'm petty, it's that you care about me, and I'm very happy."

Lu Er's nose tingled with emotion.

Stepping out of the elevator, Song Jingmo asked, "What would you like to eat?"

"Japanese food."

Lu Er blinked. "The sashimi has to be the freshest."

Song Jingmo: "..."

Outside the hotel, the cold winter wind immediately hit us.

Song Jingmo pulled Lu Er closer to him and wrapped her in his coat: "Are you cold?"

"It's not cold."

Lu Er shook her head.

The nights in H City are lively, with flashing neon lights and pedestrians hurrying by.

Street vendors were selling steaming hot snacks, their aroma filling the air.

After walking for a while, Lu Er suddenly spoke up: "Dr. Song, I don't want to be a celebrity anymore."

"Um?"

Song Jingmo was somewhat surprised. "Then what do you want to do?"

Lu Er grabbed the person's hand and shook it: "I don't want to do anything, I just want to stay by your side and watch over you every day, okay?"

The streetlights shone on Song Jingmo's face, outlining his clear profile.

Song Jingmo frowned slightly, a hint of helplessness in his eyes: "There really is nothing between Zhao Lishan and me. I swear I have never done anything to betray you."

She stopped, turned around, and looked into Lu Er's eyes. "Er'er, do you believe me?"

Lu Er nodded gently: "I've always believed you, but I also want to spend more time with you. I don't want you to be so tired and have to fly to different film sets to visit me..."

Even more unfortunately, Song Jingmo was tossing and turning at night because of those unfounded rumors and gossip in the entertainment industry.

Despite feeling uneasy, she had to silently process her emotions alone.

Song Jingmo smiled and reached out to tuck Lu Er's wind-blown hair behind her ear.

Then he lowered his head and gently kissed Lu Er's forehead: "Okay, my little darling is getting more and more thoughtful."

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P.S.: I recently watched "Longing" and am now completely obsessed.

I suddenly felt like writing about ABO, but I've never read ABO before.

I still don't understand the difference between the fever period and the susceptible period.

I'm torn between writing about ancient criminal investigation and political intrigue or writing an ABO story.

What do you guys want to see?