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

Song Jingmo turned the person around so that the two were face to face.

Under the light, Lu Er's skin was so fair it was almost translucent, and her eyes, which were always full of smiles, were now quietly looking at him.

His long eyelashes cast a soft shadow under his eyes, stripping away all the celebrity aura, revealing only his own Er'er.

Song Jingmo lowered his head and kissed the lips he had longed for.

Lu Er closed her eyes, wrapped her arms around Song Jingmo's neck, and responded passionately.

He could feel Song Jingmo's hand move from his waist to his back, pulling him into a tighter embrace, so tight that there was almost no gap.

When they parted, both of them were a little out of breath.

Lu Er's lips were slightly swollen from the kisses, glistening with moisture under the light.

He subconsciously licked his lips, an unconscious action that made Song Jingmo's eyes darken.

Song Jingmo carried Lu Er to the sofa and sat down, placing her on his lap.

This posture makes Lu Er appear slightly taller than Song Jingmo.

Lu Er's fingers unconsciously caressed Song Jingmo's earlobe, then slid down to his jawline, as if tracing a precious work of art.

"Kyoto Ink".

Lu Er called the person's name softly, her voice as gentle as cotton candy.

"Um."

Song Jingmo responded, placing his hand on Lu Er's waist and gently stroking it intermittently.

"Don't take today's events too seriously. My mom has seen too much of the drama in wealthy families, so it's understandable that she might..."

Song Jingmo looked up, her gaze tender: "It's my fault for not handling things well, making you worry. And making your mother worry too, calling you all the way here."

"You've done very well; I'm just being too sensitive."

Lu Er's fingers stopped on Song Jingmo's cheek. "When I got off the plane, I thought, if you can really be seduced by someone, then you won't be the Song Jingmo I know."

"But I still..."

As she spoke, Lu Er couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Actually, I should also thank Zhao Lishan."

Song Jingmo raised an eyebrow, clearly not expecting Lu Er to say that: "Thank her for what?"

Lu Er traced circles on Song Jingmo's shirt collar with her fingers. "If she hadn't interfered, I probably wouldn't have even realized that you can be insecure too."

Song Jingmo fell silent, his hand unconsciously tightening slightly, as if he were restraining something.

Lu Er wiggled her little feet that were dangling in the air.

She was wearing white socks with Doraemon printed on them, which was completely inconsistent with the image of a top celebrity in the Chinese entertainment industry.

"I'm the one who should apologize. I always thought you were so capable. A genius at A University's medical school, the youngest dean, you could handle anything."

"So sometimes I forget that you're human too. You also feel insecure, and you also lose sleep because of my scandals."

Lu Er's eyes were so serious, as if she were making a vow, "Jing Mo, you've done very well. It's me who hasn't done enough. I will try my best to be a good lover."

"Not the kind of lover who only takes and is capricious. A partner who cares about you, comforts you, and gives you a sense of security."

These words, spoken sincerely and clumsily, are more moving than any carefully crafted love confession.

Lu Er is not good at expressing deep feelings, and usually prefers to use jokes and coquetry to cover up her true emotions.

Song Jingmo took the other's hand and placed a kiss on his palm: "You're already very good. In my eyes, you'll always be perfect."

"Not enough."

Lu Er was as stubborn as a primary school student, "I'm too willful and too self-centered. You've always been the one to give in to me."

"When I get busy filming, I forget to reply to messages. Once I join a production, it can be months before we see each other again."

"I always invite you to visit the set, and you always end up causing some inexplicable rumors that worry you..."

Song Jingmo looked at the person, his eyes swirling with emotions, which finally turned into a soft sigh.

Her tone was so gentle it could drown you: "Er'er, you don't need to change anything."

"I love you just the way you are, whether you're willful or self-centered, it's all you."

"If I like you, I'll like everything about you. The good and the bad, I'll like them all."

Lu Er felt a lump in her throat and her eyes welled up with tears.

She lowered her head, her forehead touching Song Jingmo's, and said in a muffled voice, "Jingmo, I'm getting more and more afraid that someone will take you away from me."

"But I will only go with you."

Song Jingmo's voice was a little hoarse and hesitant, "Actually, I don't want you to give up acting because of me."

Lu Er paused for a moment, then looked up: "Hmm?"

"Although I do feel very uncomfortable every time I see those news reports, I can feel better as long as you comfort me."

"I know the nature of your work, and I know that most of those news stories aren't true. So I'll adjust my emotions and not let those things affect me."

Song Jingmo's fingers unconsciously twirled a strand of Lu Er's hair. "I'm afraid you'll regret giving up so suddenly. After all, you have a talent for acting."

"I'll say it again—if you want to act, then keep acting; if you want to retire from the industry, then retire. I support you. But don't make decisions because of me; do it for yourself."

Lu Er sniffed, looked up, her eyes red like a rabbit's: "I left the entertainment industry because I wanted to. I was afraid someone would snatch you away. I'm petty..."

"I do think acting is quite interesting. You can experience different lives and hide behind the character to temporarily forget the troubles in reality."

Lu Er's eyes were clear. "But I think it's time to change my lifestyle. I can invest in film and television companies and continue doing what I love in another way."

He couldn't always expect Song Jingmo to accommodate him.

Good love should be a two-way street; it shouldn't be a situation where only one person sacrifices.

As Song Jingmo looked at the person, the emotions in his eyes slowly settled, transforming into a gentle sea.

He reached out and touched Lu Er's cheek, his fingertips warm: "It's good that you've thought it through."

Lu Er raised her chin, like a proud little peacock: "I'm going to be a domineering CEO, and I'm going to pamper you like a canary."

"At the company, your mother..."

"The Leng Group is still under my name. My brother helps manage it, and my mother is all bark and no bite."

"If I retire from the entertainment industry, she might be so happy that she'll even let you in."

Lu Er became more and more excited as she spoke, gesturing wildly, "When the time comes, we'll leave all the surgeries and shifts to others."

"You just need to be beautiful, and I'll take care of earning money to support the family."

These words were both arrogant and naive, carrying with them Lu Er's unique, reckless romance.

Song Jingmo couldn't help but laugh.

The laughter was low, yet exceptionally clear in the quiet room.

Song Jingmo has a beautiful smile; his lips, which are usually pursed, are slightly upturned.

My whole being softened, like an iceberg melting and spring flowers blooming.

Lu Er stared, somewhat mesmerized, her fingers unconsciously tracing the corner of the man's mouth, gently outlining the lip line.

"What are you laughing at?"

Lu Er tightened her fingers a little. "When I become CEO Lu, the first thing I'll do is donate a building to Kangren Hospital, and then I'll specifically request that Dean Song personally receive me."

"Then you'll have to eat with me every day, chat with me, do things with me..."

"What are you doing?"

Song Jingmo grabbed the person's hand that was causing trouble and raised an eyebrow.

Lu Er blushed, but stubbornly replied, "What are you thinking? You..."