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

When Song Jingmo opened his eyes, his first reaction was that something was wrong with the ceiling.

I stared at the familiar white ceiling for three seconds, then suddenly sat up.

Sunlight streamed in through the gap in the curtains that weren't fully drawn, cutting a thin strip of light across the floor.

The room was filled with the strong smell of alcohol, mixed with the lingering scent of post-coital intoxication.

There was someone curled up next to me, their hair a mess, half their face buried in the blanket, fast asleep.

The blanket only covered her waist, leaving half of her bare back exposed.

The spine protruded slightly, rising and falling gently with each breath, and the shape of the shoulder blades resembled two folded wings.

The sunlight playfully fell on the person's bare shoulders, making several red marks particularly glaring.

Song Jingmo's fingers twitched.

He closed his eyes, then opened them again.

He was all too familiar with this scene.

Memories flooded back like a tide.

At the graduation banquet, Lu Er got completely drunk. He kindly took her home, but ended up being grabbed by the collar and pinned to the bed.

The next morning, Lu Er woke up and shakily pulled out a card, saying, "Brother, I'm sorry, I'm straight. Just pretend it was chewed by a dog."

Then he left, and I didn't see him for six years.

For more than two thousand days and nights, he worked countless all-nighters in the laboratory, achieving results that others could not achieve in a lifetime, and becoming the youngest expert in the industry.

But every time he drives home late at night and passes by those rows of neon lights, he always thinks of Lu Er.

Six years is a very long time.

Song Jingmo turned to his side and looked at Lu Er's sleeping face.

She's so well-behaved when she's asleep, with long, curled eyelashes.

Her lips were slightly pouting, showing no trace of the cowardly and irritating look she had when she was awake.

He reached out and gently brushed his thumb across Lu Er's lips.

I touched Lu Er's hair; it was so soft, even softer than I remembered.

When Lu Er is asleep, he completely relaxes, like a child who hasn't grown up.

This time, he didn't want to miss another six years.

Just then, Lu Er's eyelashes trembled.

Song Jingmo withdrew his hand, his expression returning to normal.

"Hmm..."

Lu Er shifted, her brows furrowing, as if she were feeling quite uncomfortable.

Song Jingmo just stared at the person.

Watching those eyes slowly open, from confusion to clarity, and then to complete stunned silence.

"·····"

Three seconds later, Lu Er sprang up in an extremely bizarre posture, the blanket slipped off her body, revealing more things that shouldn't have been exposed.

Realizing something was wrong, he quickly pulled the blanket back up.

The person was wrapped up like a rice dumpling, with only their head and two eyes showing.

Those eyes were filled with terror, and his face turned from white to red, and then from red to purple at a visible speed.

"I, you, we..."

Lu Er's Adam's apple bobbed.

Song Jingmo leaned against the headboard, watching the person with a leisurely air.

Watching Lu Er's eyes start to wander, from the ceiling to the curtains, and then from the curtains to the bedside table.

"Um... last night we..."

"You've had too much to drink."

Song Jingmo said, "I came to pick you up, and you tackled me to the ground."

Lu Er's face turned even redder.

Is he that hungry?

Song Jingmo looked at the person, his lips almost pursed.

Lu Er looked so cowardly, just like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, its fur standing on end, yet it still tried to pretend to be calm.

"I, I..."

Lu Er stammered for a long time, then threw off the covers and rushed toward her coat with a death-defying attitude.

After rummaging around for a while with his back to Song Jingmo, he turned around and found a bank card in his hand.

The card was gripped so tightly that his fingertips turned white.

"brother."

Lu Er walked over, squatted down by the bed, and placed the card on the blanket.

His movements were so solemn, as if he were offering a sacrifice, "I'm so sorry about what happened last night..."

Lu Er's voice was trembling, "I know saying sorry won't solve anything, but I really drank too much..."

"I thought... I swear, I really didn't mean it, could you please..."

Lu Er wanted to ask if she could forgive her, but after thinking about it, she swallowed her words.

It's a miracle that Song Jingmo didn't kill him; it's as if his ancestors' graves were emitting auspicious smoke.

"Can I do anything?"

Song Jingmo asked.

Lu Er didn't dare to speak, shrinking back slightly, "Anyway, I'm just sorry! I've deeply realized my mistake..."

"I'm totally straight, just pretend it was chewed by a dog! You keep this card, the PIN is my birthday..."

"I'm so sorry about what happened last night. I've always been straight, and I swear I never meant to disgust you."

Song Jingmo remained silent.

In his previous life, when he saw this card, he only felt humiliated.

Now I realize how panicked Lu Er was, apologizing over and over again, completely at a loss.

I wish I could give everything I have to apologize, but I'm the one who's really at a disadvantage.

Seeing that Song Jingmo didn't say anything, Lu Er became anxious.

Does this mean she's cutting ties with him?

So what if you drank too much and ended up in bed with someone?

It shouldn't come to the point of a complete falling out, right?

They've been friends for over a decade...

"Just pretend you were chewed by a dog."

Lu Er looked apologetic. "All my money is in this card. You can take it, just consider it..."

He paused for a moment, as if searching for the right words.

"compensate."

Lu Er said, "Consider it my compensation to you."

Chu Mian only spends tens of thousands of yuan when she goes to a bar to order "Model Guy," and he's still a minor celebrity.

The money in this card is enough to buy a top-tier ticket.

Lu Er felt a little unsure and tentatively said, "If you feel it's not enough, I can add more, as long as you can forgive me..."

Song Jingmo looked down at the card and asked, "How much money is on this card?"

Lu Er breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Jingmo was still willing to talk to him.

Fortunately.

Fortunately, they only complained about not having enough money.

Things that can be solved with money aren't really problems.

"How much do you want? If it's too much, it might take a while..."

His family is wealthy, but Ms. Leng and his brother are afraid he will go astray, so they control his money very strictly.

If Song Jingmo asked for several hundred million, he really wouldn't be able to come up with the money all at once.

"I'm asking you how much money is in your card."

Song Jingmo raised his eyes, teasingly saying, "See how much you're worth for one night."

Lu Er opened her mouth, then closed it, then opened it again: "Almost... almost a small goal."

His voice was a little soft, and he seemed a bit unsure of himself, but he said honestly, "More than 90 million, that's still a little short of a small goal."

Song Jingmo raised an eyebrow, surprised that he was actually quite valuable.

He knew Lu Er was rich, but he didn't expect her to be this rich.

The Lu family is a top-tier wealthy family, but to be able to save so much money, they must have truly saved all their New Year's money, pocket money, and living expenses from childhood to adulthood.

It's hard to believe this person has been such a miser since childhood.

"You're quite wealthy."

Lu Er's expression was a bit complicated, like pride, but also like guilt: "I've been saving up for many years... my wife's dowry since I was a child."

My wife's savings.

Upon hearing these three words, a hint of a smile flashed in Song Jingmo's eyes.

He reached out and picked up the card.

Lu Er's eyes followed Song Jingmo's hand as he watched him put the card into his wallet.

A complex expression appeared on his face, as if he had breathed a sigh of relief, or as if a piece of his flesh had been ripped out.

Seeing this, Song Jingmo deliberately asked, "What's wrong? Are you reluctant to part with it?"

"No!"

Lu Er immediately denied it, her voice loud and somewhat deliberately loud, "No, no, how could that be! It's my fault, it's only right that I compensate you."

As she spoke, her eyes reddened.

That was the money he had saved up since he was a child to get married.

It will be gone after a good night's sleep.

That's a huge loss.

Song Jingmo almost burst out laughing when he saw the person looking so timid and aggrieved.

In his memory, he didn't give Lu Er a chance to finish speaking.

He slammed the card, slammed the door, and severed the friendship between the two of them that had lasted for more than ten years. He then left for a foreign country without looking back.

In his anger, he failed to realize that Lu Er was actually a very responsible person.

Although he's a coward, he won't run away if something really happens.

He was really oblivious before. How come he didn't notice that Lu Er's eyes were practically glued to the card when she handed it to him?

Looking at the person, Song Jingmo felt his heart melt completely.

"Alright," Song Jingmo sat up, "go take a shower."

Lu Er was still immersed in the grief of losing his wife's dowry, and subconsciously asked, "Huh?"

Just as Song Jingmo was about to speak, he noticed that Lu Er's face was too red.

It wasn't a shy red, but an unnatural flush.

"Er Er".

Song Jingmo beckoned to the person, sat up straight, and asked, "You have a fever?"

"what?"

Lu Er touched her face. "No, it's just a little hot..."

I instinctively tried to stand up, but I only got halfway up before my legs gave way and I fell to the side.

Song Jingmo reacted quickly, grabbing the person and pulling them back to the bedside.

With this pull, the blanket slid open.

Lu Er looked down and froze.

There was a small bloodstain on the bed sheet.

It's not big, but the color is very new, like it was just rubbed on recently.

Lu Er froze for a full five seconds, then screamed:

"ah--!"

Song Jingmo's ears were ringing from the loud voice.

"What's wrong?"

Lu Er pointed at Song Jingmo, then at the bed sheet, then at herself, her fingers trembling as if she were being electrocuted: "Blood, blood, blood, blood, blood..."

"How come there's blood?"

Song Jingmo remained silent.

Lu Er's face went from red to white, then from white to pale: "You...you're bleeding?"

"It wasn't me."

Helpless, Song Jingmo asked tactfully, "Is anything bothering you?"

Lu Er froze for three seconds, then turned completely red from head to toe, as if she had been boiled.

"Me me me me me..."

Only now did Lu Er belatedly realize the pain.

It hurts everywhere.

Especially that indescribable place, it hurt like being run over by a truck.

She looked up at Song Jingmo, her eyes filled with terror.

Song Jingmo: "..."

Suddenly I realized what Lu Er was afraid of.

"Was it your first time last night? Did it hurt a lot?"

Lu Er's voice was soft and weak, with a hint of grievance, "It seems to hurt a little... no, it hurts a lot..."

Song Jingmo almost burst out laughing.

This person's reaction time is way too long.

Lu Er was still stunned, as if she was shocked by this fact.

Song Jingmo threw back the covers and got out of bed: "Go take a shower first, then we'll talk."

As she spoke, she walked over to Lu Er and tried to help her up.

As a result, Lu Er curled up into a ball, hugging the blanket and hiding behind her: "No, no, no need, I'll wash myself! I can wash myself!"

Song Jingmo looked at him: "Are you sure?"

Lu Er tried to stand up, but her expression changed as soon as she moved.

pain.

It hurts so much.

Lu Er grimaced and sat back down, her eyes even redder.

This time it hurts.

Song Jingmo sighed, bent down, and picked the person up in his arms.

Lu Er was so startled she almost screamed, "What are you doing?!"

"I'll help you take a bath."

"No need, I really don't need it! Song Jingmo, put me down, I can manage on my own!"

Song Jingmo ignored Lu Er's shouts and walked straight to the bathroom.

Lu Er struggled in Song Jingmo's arms, but the movement only made the pain worse, and tears welled up in her eyes.

In the end, he had no choice but to give up and obediently snuggle in Song Jingmo's arms.

He was still muttering, "Put me down... I can really manage on my own..."

"Be good and don't talk."

Song Jingmo coaxed, "You just spent so much money, I should provide you with excellent service."

Lu Er shut up; that's a lot of money.

In the bathroom, Song Jingmo filled the bathtub with hot water, tested the water temperature, and then gently placed the person inside.

Lu Er kept her head down the whole time, her ears so red they looked like they could bleed.

Song Jingmo took a towel, wet it, and began to wipe the person's back.

Lu Er had more marks on his back than on his body, some of which had turned purple, making them particularly shocking against his fair skin.

Song Jingmo paused for a moment.

Was he... that ruthless last night?

Lu Er sensed Song Jingmo's pause and whispered, "Um... I'm sorry."

Song Jingmo continued rubbing his back: "Sorry for what?"

"I...I must have been really bad last night."

Lu Er lowered her head, "You're bleeding all over..."

Song Jingmo reassured her, "It doesn't hurt."

The bathroom became quiet, with only the sound of water.

After a long while, Lu Er whispered, "Song Jingmo, can you promise me something?"

"explain."

"You...you can't tell anyone about what happened today."

Song Jingmo's hand stopped on the person's back.

Lu Er's voice became even softer, barely audible, like a mosquito's hum: "It's just the two of us who know, okay? If you tell anyone, we'll break off all ties and never see each other again."

Song Jingmo remained silent.

Lu Er became anxious, turned her head, her eyes red and moist.

Whether from pain or fear, she cried out, "Did you hear me? Don't tell anyone! Not a single word! If you do, I'll... I'll..."

"What will you do?"

"I'm never talking to you again!"

Lu Er spoke with absolute certainty, but coupled with his cowardly and pitiful appearance, he posed no threat whatsoever.

Song Jingmo smiled.

Lu Er was stunned.

He had never seen Song Jingmo laugh like that before, not since he met him.

Song Jingmo is good-looking, but he always has an unapproachable demeanor, and his smile is faint, polite, and distant.

Unlike now, her eyes are curved at the corners, and her eyes are filled with light, like melting ice and snow.

"Okay," Song Jingmo said, "I won't say."

Lu Er stared blankly at the person.

"However," Song Jingmo lowered his head and leaned closer, "you have to give me another 100 million yuan as hush money."

"There's no rush to give you this money; you can save it up slowly."

Lu Er's mind hadn't quite caught up yet: "Ah... okay."

He estimates it will take him more than ten years to save 100 million.

Song Jingmo straightened up, picked him up and put him on the bed: "Be good, don't move around, I'll go get the medicine."

Lu Er called out, watching the person's tall, slender back, "Wait!"

Song Jingmo turned around.

"What medicine should I get?"

Song Jingmo didn't answer, but just glanced at Lu Er.

The meaning behind that glance was so obvious that Lu Er understood it, and then she blushed again.

"No, no need! I can do it myself!"

Song Jingmo had already walked out, but his voice drifted in from outside: "Are you sure you can reach it?"

Lu Er: "..."

It’s over.

He'll never be able to hold his head high in front of Song Jingmo again in his entire life.

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PS:

A long time ago, some readers said they wanted to see Song Jingmo return to the graduation banquet, so I'm writing this first.

I've read all the comments carefully and will try my best to meet your expectations!

I need to catch the high-speed train tomorrow, so I'm taking the 26th off.