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

After finishing their meal, Song Jingmo led his people for a walk in the courtyard to aid digestion.

The old wooden house is simply furnished yet clean and tidy, revealing traces of the old man's life everywhere.

Old photos and calligraphy paintings hang on the wall, and a faint woody fragrance permeates the air.

Half an hour later, Song Jingmo led the person to his room.

The room where the two of them stayed was on the east side of the main room. It wasn't big, but it was very clean.

The furniture is all old-fashioned wooden, with beds, tables, and wardrobes all exuding the flavor of time.

The bed was covered with a brand-new cotton quilt with festive patterns, which smelled of sunshine and had obviously been aired out by the old man in advance.

"The conditions are basic, but please make do."

Song Jingmo pushed open the door, feeling somewhat apologetic.

Lu Er smiled and said, "Dr. Song, I'm not someone who hasn't suffered before. When I was filming a variety show in Africa, the room I stayed in didn't even have a bed."

As she looked around the room with curiosity, she said, "This room is so antique, much prettier than those deliberately aged ones in the film studio."

He walked over to the old-looking wooden bed, sat down, and wanted to try it out.

"Creak—squeak—"

As soon as I sat down, the wooden bed beneath me emitted a clear and rhythmic groan of unbearable strain.

Lu Er: "!!!"

She jumped up as if she'd been scalded, her face turning bright red, and she stared at the bed helplessly.

Then, looking at Song Jingmo, her voice changed: "This...this bed...how can it still make noise?"

"Without you, Er'er can make a sound."

Song Jingmo joked, a smile spreading across his eyes. He walked over and gently pressed the bed board, which, as expected, elicited another slight protest.

"Old house, old furniture."

Song Jingmo suppressed a laugh, looking at Lu Er's embarrassed expression, "Maybe the wood is a little loose, but don't worry, it won't collapse."

Lu Er looked miserable: "Then... then how are we going to sleep tonight? I'm a restless sleeper..."

He couldn't even imagine that if he turned over in the middle of the night, the bed would creak and groan, and if the old man next door heard it, he would definitely think they were doing something naughty.

"It's okay, I sleep soundly."

Song Jingmo said in a serious tone, "I'll hold you and not let you move."

Lu Er got even angrier: "That's even more unacceptable."

The bathroom in the old house also has a rustic style, but there is plenty of hot water.

After washing up, the two changed into the pajamas they had brought and carefully lay down on the bed.

Sure enough, no matter how light the movement, as long as there was a change in weight, the wood beneath him would make a sound, either light or heavy.

The two lay side by side, their bodies stiff, not daring to move.

In the darkness, Song Jingmo asked softly, "Are you cold?"

"It's not cold."

Lu Er answered softly. The blanket was very thick, and the body heat of the person next to her was constantly being transmitted to her.

After a while, Song Jingmo gently wrapped his arm around her and pulled her closer to him.

Lu Er's body stiffened slightly, afraid that the bed would make another noise.

Song Jingmo chuckled softly, his warm breath brushing against his earlobe: "Don't be afraid, just stay like this, don't move."

Lu Er was being held, her nose filled with Song Jingmo's clean and refreshing scent, as well as the unique woody fragrance of the old house.

Song Jingmo's warm breath brushed against Lu Er's ear: "Relax, it's okay."

"How come you're alright!"

Lu Er retorted softly, but her body instinctively softened a little because of Song Jingmo's approach.

Song Jingmo's lips gently touched Lu Er's forehead, then the tip of her nose, and finally, he tenderly kissed Lu Er's lips.

The kiss was light and slow, carrying a soothing meaning as well as a suppressed desire.

At first, Lu Er was distracted by the sound of the bed, but she was quickly won over by Song Jingmo's gentleness and began to respond enthusiastically.

The kiss deepened, and their breathing became erratic.

Song Jingmo's hand tentatively slipped under Lu Er's pajamas, caressing the warm skin on her waist.

Lu Er's breathing became unsteady and her body began to heat up, but her remaining rationality and sense of shame still held firm to her defenses.

"no······"

Lu Er grabbed Song Jingmo's restless hand, her voice soft and trembling, "This is my first time visiting Grandpa's house, I want to make a good impression..."

The thought of the bed creaking and Grandpa hearing it would be so embarrassing.

Song Jingmo paused, his voice hoarse: "Er'er, Grandpa is already asleep."

Lu Er buried her face in the crook of the person's shoulder, pleading, "This bed makes a sound if it moves, and Grandpa is right next door, he'll definitely hear it."

Song Jingmo fell silent.

In these old wooden houses, the sound insulation is practically nonexistent.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm the restless fire within her. In the end, she simply tightened her arms, holding Lu Er even closer to her.

He placed a restrained kiss on the top of the head, his voice tinged with helplessness and indulgence as he sighed, "Okay, I'll listen to you. Go to sleep."

Lu Er snuggled closer to him, finding a comfortable position, and whispered, "Dr. Song, you're so kind."

Song Jingmo gave a bitter smile, thinking to himself: I'm not feeling well at all, I'm in terrible pain right now.

Lu Er sensed the obvious change in the person behind her and felt a pang of heartache. She whispered a promise: "I'll make it up to you when we get back."

Song Jingmo didn't say anything, but just lightly pinched the person's waist as punishment.

That night, the two slept in each other's arms, sleeping very quietly.

Over the next few days, Lu Er followed the old man to plant vegetables, feed the chickens in the yard, and listen to the old man tell stories from his youth.

Song Jingmo was helping to check the electrical circuits of the old house, repair some old furniture, and occasionally the old man would pull him to play a few games of chess.

The fresh mountain air and slow pace of life allowed the two, who are usually busy and stressed, to have a rare moment of relaxation.

Lu Er quickly became familiar with the old man, calling him "Grandpa" affectionately.

The old man grew to like his granddaughter-in-law more and more; she was beautiful, sweet-talking, and hardworking. He would often praise Lu Er for being more considerate than Song Jingmo.

On the afternoon of the third day, Song Jingmo's phone rang.

It was an urgent call from the hospital, explaining that there was a complex combined surgery tomorrow that I needed to return to perform.

When saying goodbye, the old man didn't say much, but simply saw the two of them off at the gate of the courtyard and stuffed a lot of vegetables he had grown into the car.

"Drive carefully on the road. Take care of your health even if you're busy with work. Come back and visit when you have time."

"Grandpa, we will definitely come back to visit you often. Please take care of yourself."

The car slowly drove away from the quiet little mountain village.

In the rearview mirror, the old man stood at the gate of the courtyard, his figure getting smaller and smaller until he disappeared around the bend in the mountain road.

Lu Er looked away, leaned back in her chair, still clutching a warm boiled egg that the old man had given her: "Grandpa is so kind."

"Um."

Song Jingmo looked at the road ahead: "He likes you very much."

Lu Er's lips curled up, and the melancholy of parting in her heart was greatly diluted by these words.

It is an incredibly lucky thing to be able to have two different homes, both filled with love, with the person you love.