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

The next morning, Lu Ming turned over in his soft little bed.

Her long eyelashes fluttered a few times, and she slowly opened her sleepy eyes.

Song Jingmo, dressed in a light gray loungewear, sat gracefully on the edge of the bed.

Lu Ming blinked his big eyes, stared at Song Jingmo for a few seconds, and then slowly pouted.

Children are very sensitive; they can tell who is more enthusiastic towards them and who is more indifferent.

She subconsciously shrank further under the covers, revealing only half of her small face and a pair of big, dark eyes.

She stretched out her little hand and called out in a childish voice, "I want my uncle..."

"Miaoming is awake?"

Song Jingmo tried to keep her voice down, "Let's get up, get dressed, and wash up before we wake Uncle up, okay?"

Lu Ming tilted his head, hesitated for a few seconds, and finally nodded.

The little guy's longing for his uncle overcame his fear, and he slowly sat up, cooperatively stretching out his little arms so that Song Jingmo could help him get dressed.

After getting dressed, Song Jingmo called the housekeeper and asked her to take Lu Ming to wash up.

The aunt smiled as she accepted Lu Ming's gift, but she was quite surprised inside.

Because every time the young master appears, Song Jingmo is surrounded by a low-pressure atmosphere.

She had always assumed that Song Jingmo disliked children, finding them too noisy, but today he actually dressed the young master himself…

After Lu Ming cleaned himself up, Song Jingmo picked him up again and carried him to the master bedroom.

On the large bed, Lu Er was hugging the quilt, her cheeks flushed from sleep.

Song Jingmo, holding Lu Ming, gently pushed open the door.

He put his index finger to his lips and made a "shh" gesture to the little one in his arms: "Your uncle was very tired last night and is still resting. We need to keep our voices down."

Lu Ming nodded as if he understood, but his eyes were bright as he stared at the familiar figure on the bed.

Song Jingmo placed Luming by the bedside, and the little guy immediately climbed onto the big bed on all fours.

He moved closer to Lu Er and gave her a quick peck.

Then she stretched out her little hand and called out in a sweet, soft voice, "Uncle~"

Lu Er was awakened by a ticklish sensation on her face. She opened her eyes groggily and saw a magnified little chubby face.

"Chirp chirp..."

Lu Er gave a vague reply and subconsciously reached out to hug the little guy.

As she moved, the thin blanket covering her slipped down a bit, revealing her neck and collarbone, where several dark red marks were clearly visible.

Seeing the little guy staring at his neck, Lu Er instantly became a little more alert.

She hurriedly pulled the blanket over herself, her voice hoarse from just waking up and tinged with embarrassment: "Take the child out first..."

However, three-year-olds have a very strong sense of curiosity.

Lu Ming moved a little closer, his chubby little fingers touching the red marks. His brows furrowed, and a look of heartache and confusion appeared on his face.

"Uncle...it hurts..."

He remembered that the last time he fell and bumped his head, it was all red and very painful.

My uncle's neck is covered in red marks; it must hurt even more.

The little guy pouted, puffed out his cheeks, and began to "blow" earnestly at the marks on Lu Er's neck.

While blowing, she gently patted Lu Er's shoulder with her little hands, muttering, "Whoosh... pain, fly away..."

Lu Er lay frozen on the bed, her ears so red they looked like they were about to bleed.

What kind of nonsense is this?!

Song Jingmo was also taken aback by the little guy's sudden action, but then the smile in his eyes deepened.

He quickly stepped forward, bent down, and picked up Luming, who was still breathing heavily.

"that······"

Song Jingmo struggled to organize his thoughts, "Uncle's neck isn't injured, it won't hurt. It was from being kissed."

"Because my uncle is a good person, he was kissed by someone he likes. Just like Mingming likes her uncle and kisses his cheek, it's a way of expressing affection."

Lu Ming was held in Song Jingmo's arms, his little face tilted up, listening as if he understood but not quite.

Looking at his uncle, who was practically fuming with embarrassment, and then at Song Jingmo, who was earnestly explaining himself to him, he reluctantly accepted the explanation.

In a childish voice, she said, "Kiss... I like it..."

"Song Jingmo, quickly carry him out."

Lu Er blushed, even her neck turned red. She stretched a hand out from under the covers and pointed to the door, "Don't teach him nonsense anymore, he's still a child."

Song Jingmo, holding Lu Ming, looked at him innocently: "I'm just telling the truth. Should I lie to a child and say it was a mosquito bite?"

Lu Er was speechless, "Anyway, you go out first, I need to get dressed."

"it is good."

Song Jingmo readily accepted good advice.

Holding Lu Ming, who was still curiously examining Lu Er's neck, she whispered, "Let's go eat first. Uncle will come out after he changes his clothes."

He turned and left the bedroom, thoughtfully closing the door behind him.

As soon as the door closed, Lu Er immediately threw off the covers, jumped out of bed, and rushed to the dressing mirror.

Seeing the clear marks on my neck, I quickly pulled out the highest-necked T-shirt from my closet and put it on.

As she put it on, she cursed Song Jingmo eight hundred times in her mind.

At the breakfast table, Lu Er kept her head down and silently drank her porridge.

Song Jingmo remained calm, eating his breakfast while taking care of Luming in the high chair next to him.

Compared to before when they were indifferent and had an icy expression, now they are as enthusiastic as you can be.

Not only did they wipe her little mouth, but they also fed her small pieces of fried egg.

After Luming finished eating, he became restless and started squirming around in his high chair.

She stretched out her little arms towards Lu Er, whimpering, "Uncle... I want a hug..."

Lu Er instinctively wanted to put down her chopsticks and hug him.

"Er'er," Song Jingmo called out to stop him, "Didn't you just say you weren't feeling well? Don't keep carrying him, he's quite heavy now."

Lu Er paused for a moment.

I definitely overused myself last night, and I'm still really sore and weak.

Song Jingmo said to Lu Ming, "Mingming, your uncle's neck isn't feeling well today, so I can't carry you all the time. You can play by yourself, or I can play with you, okay?"

Lu Er: "..."

Lu Ming blinked his big eyes, looked at Lu Er's neck which was wrapped up tightly, and a hint of disappointment appeared on his little face.

Actually, he was very afraid of Song Jingmo, but his uncle wasn't feeling well...

"What do you want to play?"

Song Jingmo took Lu Ming's little hand and led him to a small children's play area in the living room that was specially surrounded by soft cushions.

There were colorful crawling mats and lots of toys there.

Lu Ming's attention was immediately drawn to the toys, and he forgot about wanting a hug. He happily followed Song Jingmo into the amusement park and began to play with the new toys.

Lu Er sat at the dining table, watching the two figures, one big and one small, inside the enclosure.

The tall man bent down, patiently helping the little guy play with his toy car.

She would occasionally whisper a few words of explanation, and although her expression was still not particularly enthusiastic, her movements were delicate and gentle.

Lu Ming had a lot of fun and giggled.

Lu Er sat on a sofa not far away, holding a magazine in her hand, but her gaze involuntarily drifted over there.

It turns out that Dr. Song, who is usually cold and aloof, is actually quite adorable when she tries to be gentle and caring towards the children.

Lu Er picked up her phone and secretly aimed it at the two figures, one big and one small, in the amusement area.

"Click."

A soft sound captured the moment of this bright, sunny morning.