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

The next morning, Lu Er woke up to a familiar, deep-seated soreness.

How to describe the feeling? It was like sneaking into a construction site in the middle of the night and carrying away five hundred bags of cement.

In short, even moving is difficult.

He gasped, his eyelids barely open, before he mumbled a curse: "Song Jingmo, you beast..."

His voice was terribly hoarse, with a nasal tone that sounded like he hadn't slept and a strong sense of accusation.

A slight noise came from the bedside, and then a warm palm was placed on my aching lower back, massaging it with moderate pressure.

Song Jingmo's voice was low and hoarse with a hint of barely perceptible laughter: "Awake? In a lot of pain?"

"nonsense!"

Lu Er struggled to open her eyes, glaring at the person sitting on the edge of the bed, already fully dressed. "Tell me, does it hurt? I told you to be gentle last night, where's your ear?"

Song Jingmo continued working, his expression innocent: "I was very gentle."

She paused, her tone tinged with a hint of grievance, "The blankets and sheets are spotless, not dirty at all, no need to change them."

Last night, Lu Er made a harsh statement, saying that if Song Jingmo dared to make a mess, he would not be allowed to come near her for three months.

He really couldn't bear the embarrassment of washing things on the first day of the Lunar New Year.

Thinking of this, Lu Er's face felt a little hot.

His momentum had weakened slightly, but he still wouldn't let it go: "That's because my warning worked, otherwise..."

"Otherwise, I'll be in big trouble."

Song Jingmo readily agreed and leaned down to kiss Lu Er's cheek, which still bore the marks of sleep.

Her tone was so gentle it could melt hearts, "So thank you, Mr. Lu, for your mercy and sparing my life."

Lu Er was rendered speechless by this blatant surrender, and with a snort, let the person massage her.

Song Jingmo's technique was indeed professional; after massaging for a while, the stiffness and soreness were relieved considerably.

Half an hour later, Song Jingmo brought over the clean clothes that had been prepared in advance, and patiently helped Lu Er put on each piece of clothing, from underwear to socks.

"What time is it?"

Lu Er, after being put on the last sweater, asked lazily.

Song Jingmo glanced at his watch: "It's 10:30."

"What?"

Lu Er suddenly opened her eyes, almost jumping out of bed, but her aching back held her back. She grimaced and lay back down, "Why didn't you wake me!"

"Seeing you sleeping so soundly, I couldn't bear to."

Song Jingmo straightened the sweater collar for the person and said calmly, "I got up at eight o'clock and went downstairs to have breakfast with my mom and brother."

Lu Er felt a sudden darkness before her eyes, as if the sky was about to collapse.

"Eight o'clock...ten thirty..."

Lu Er muttered to herself, gripping Song Jingmo's arm, her face filled with despair, "It's over, it's over... Song Jingmo, you've ruined me!"

"You went downstairs at eight o'clock. My mom and brother must know about what happened last night..."

Lu Er was too embarrassed to say what followed, her face turning bright red.

What's the difference between this and simply holding up a sign to announce that their battle last night was fierce?

"Don't rush."

Seeing how anxious the person was, Song Jingmo found it both cute and heartbreaking.

She quickly reassured him, "There were only three of us for breakfast: my brother, my mother, and me. My sister-in-law didn't come down to eat either."

Lu Er's wailing stopped abruptly, and she blinked: "Sister-in-law isn't up either?"

"Um."

Song Jingmo nodded, a smile in her eyes. "My brother said my sister-in-law was a little tired and should sleep a little longer. So I added that you were a little tired too, and Mom didn't say anything."

Lu Er's heart, which had been in her throat, finally settled back down a little.

If my sister-in-law didn't get up early either, then it doesn't seem so shameful, does it?

At least he wasn't the only one who overslept.

"I need to get up quickly and beat my sister-in-law to it."

Lu Er muttered to herself, threw off the covers, and her legs went weak as soon as her feet touched the ground. Song Jingmo quickly caught her.

"Shall I carry you to the washroom?"

"don't want!"

Lu Er resolutely refused, slowly moving towards the bathroom step by step, her back view stubborn yet pitiful, "Stay away from me, I don't want to see you for now."

Song Jingmo touched his nose, knowing his wife was in a bad mood, and wisely stood still.

My eyes followed her intently, as if afraid she might fall.

By the time Lu Er finished washing up and barely looked presentable before going downstairs, the hands of the grandfather clock in the living room were already pointing steadily to eleven o'clock.

Leng Qinghua was sitting on the sofa in the living room reading a magazine when she heard footsteps and looked up.

His gaze lingered for a moment on Lu Er's still somewhat tired face, then swept over the energetic Song Jingmo. He said nothing, simply putting down the newspaper.

"You're up?"

Leng Qinghua's tone was indifferent. "The kitchen is preparing lunch. Eat before you leave, so you don't drive on an empty stomach."

"Okay."

Lu Er responded softly, not daring to look Leng Qinghua in the eye, and pulled Song Jingmo to sit down on the sofa next to her.

Just then, footsteps and lazy yawns came from the stairs.

Luo Bingbing walked down the street arm in arm with Lu Chen, dressed in comfortable loungewear. Her hair was casually draped over her shoulders, and her face had a lazy blush from just waking up.

"Oh, Xiao Er and Jing Mo are up too?"

Luo Bingbing greeted her with a smile.

As he approached, his gaze swept over Lu Er, lingering for a half-second on the red mark on the side of her neck, which wasn't fully covered by her turtleneck sweater.

Then, I looked at Song Jingmo, who looked refreshed.

The next second, she burst out laughing, quickly covered her mouth, buried her face in Lu Chen's shoulder, her shoulder shaking with laughter.

Lu Chen couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth, his eyes darting back and forth between Lu Er and Song Jingmo, full of mischief.

Lu Er felt uneasy from their laughter.

I subconsciously touched my neck and tugged at my sweater collar. The heat that had just subsided on my face suddenly surged back up.

She glared fiercely at Song Jingmo, who was smiling in his eyes, her gaze full of accusation.

After laughing enough, Luo Bingbing leaned close to Lu Chen's ear and said, "Xiao Er has been fighting so fiercely since he was little. He either breaks other people's hands or has his own hand in a cast. He has a bad reputation. He looks like a little wolf cub no matter how you look at it..."

Lu Chen suppressed a laugh: "Indeed, seeing him bossing Jingmo around like a baby, you really wouldn't guess..."

"Lu Chen, Luo Bingbing, that's enough, you two..."

Lu Er couldn't hold back any longer. Her face turned so red it was almost bleeding. If it weren't for her back pain, she would have jumped up and challenged her brother to a duel. "Can't you be serious for once on the first day of the Lunar New Year?!"

Song Jingmo reached out and gently put his arm around Lu Er's shoulder, pulling her closer to him with a gesture full of protectiveness.

Looking at her brother and sister-in-law, who were laughing happily, she said gently, "Brother, sister-in-law, stop teasing him. Er'er is shy, if you keep teasing him, he'll give me the cold shoulder for days."

Seeing Song Jingmo's protective attitude, Luo Bingbing smiled even more happily and waved her hands repeatedly, "Okay, okay, I won't say anymore."

As she spoke, she took Lu Chen's arm and walked towards the restaurant, saying, "Let's eat, let's eat, I'm starving, I won't tease you two anymore."