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

Lu Er lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, feeling like she was probably the most miserable person in the world.

One night, not only did I lose all my savings for my wife, but I also ended up owing a small fortune.

My knees still hurt from being forced to kneel by my own brother.

My butt hurts too.

My whole body aches.

She rolled over, buried her face in the pillow, and let out a wail.

Ninety million!

That was all the money he had saved up since he was a child – his New Year's money, pocket money, and living expenses!

He scrimped and saved, not even buying the sports car he liked, all hoping to use the money to marry a beautiful wife someday. But...

I slept it off, and it was all gone.

The sky is falling!

Lu Er took out her phone and opened the calculator.

He receives 200,000 yuan in pocket money every month, plus holiday allowances from his family during Chinese New Year and other holidays, so he can save up to 1 million yuan a year at most.

What job pays the most?

actor.

I've done the math, and if I become even slightly famous, I should be able to earn ten million a year, right?

One hundred million, it will take ten years.

After Lu Er finished calculating, she almost dropped her phone on her face.

Ten years later, he was over thirty.

Who would even look at him back then?

Which girl would want to marry a penniless middle-aged man in his thirties?

Lu Er threw her phone onto the bed, then sprawled out like a pancake.

My life is miserable.

My phone vibrated.

Lu Er picked it up and saw it was a WeChat message from Song Jingmo.

Song Jingmo: [Are you alright?]

Song Jingmo: [Did your brother give you a hard time?]

Song Jingmo: [Does your knee still hurt?]

Lu Er looked at these three messages and felt very annoyed.

Typing rapidly: [Nothing, going to take a shower.]

After sending the message, I tossed my phone aside, got up, and headed to the bathroom.

As the hot water washed over her, she recalled the look in Song Jingmo's eyes when he looked at her in the car earlier.

That look in his eyes... how to put it...

It's a little scary, like staring at your own private property.

Lu Er shook her head, trying to clear the jumbled thoughts from her mind.

What are you thinking about?

My brother is right. What kind of family is the Song family? Who are his parents and grandfather?

Even the most prestigious families are no match for power.

Moreover, Song Jingmo is a legendary figure in the medical school, while I am just a bottom-of-the-class student. Do I deserve him?

That's a load of rubbish.

They don't deserve it anywhere.

After taking a shower, Lu Er picked up her phone and found that Song Jingmo had sent several more messages.

Song Jingmo: [Are you done washing?]

Song Jingmo: [Why aren't you replying to my messages?]

Song Jingmo: [Near?]

Song Jingmo: [Are you angry?]

Song Jingmo: [Please reply when you see this, okay?]

Lu Er counted them: seven.

She couldn't help but mutter, "Why is Song Jingmo becoming more and more like an old woman?"

Song Jingmo always liked to nag him, but it was the kind of nagging that asked, "Have you handed in your homework?" not the kind of nagging that asked, "Why aren't you replying to my messages?"

The way they're acting now is like they're checking up on someone.

Lu Er thought for a moment and then typed it in.

Lu Er: [I have a question for you.]

Song Jingmo replied instantly: 【You say?】

Lu Er: [If I return that 100 million to you, will this matter be over?]

Song Jingmo's device showed "typing," but it didn't send the message for a long time.

Lu Er continued typing: 【You won't cause me any trouble later, will you? And you won't tell your family, will you? You won't hold a grudge against the Lu family because of me, will you?】

After sending it, I stared at the screen waiting for a reply.

After waiting for a long time, Song Jingmo still hadn't replied.

Lu Er irritably threw her phone onto the bed.

Just as I was about to pick up my phone and send a few more messages, I suddenly heard a "thump-thump" sound coming from the window.

Lu Er turned her head and was almost scared to death.

A face was reflected in the windowpane.

Aloof, abstinent, with exquisitely beautiful features.

Lu Er let out an "Ah!" and rolled off the bed.

With a dull thud, it fell to the ground.

He landed on his bottom, and the pain brought tears to his eyes.

Song Jingmo, standing outside the window, paused for a moment, no longer daring to knock on the window.

Lu Er grimaced as he got up, limped over, and opened the window.

"You fucking—"

Lu Er gasped in pain, "How did you get up here?"

Song Jingmo jumped in through the window and landed steadily.

He was dressed in a spotless white shirt, looking like he was filming an idol drama.

"Climbing trees."

Lu Er was stunned: "You can climb trees? You can climb trees?"

Song Jingmo hummed in agreement, his gaze sweeping over the person. "Did you fall?"

What do you think?

Lu Er clutched her butt, "Who wouldn't be startled if you suddenly appeared outside the window!"

Song Jingmo remained silent.

Lu Er asked, "No, why are you climbing through the window? Can't you use the front door?"

"I'm afraid your brother won't let me in."

"You haven't even tried, how do you know they won't let you in?"

"I tried it."

Lu Er was taken aback: "You tried it?"

Song Jingmo nodded: "I've reached the door, but I haven't gone in."

Lu Er opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Song Jingmo continued, "I'm worried because you haven't been replying to my messages."

"I replied," Lu Er explained, "I said I'm fine."

"You didn't send as many messages as I did," Song Jingmo said, looking at the person, "and you're still trying to distance yourself."

Lu Er: "..."

"I'm very sad."

"What...what are you sad about?"

Lu Er panicked a little, "I just want to know clearly how this matter is going to be settled..."

"How do you want to calculate this?"

Lu Er was stumped; he didn't know either.

Logically, once he paid the money, the matter should have been settled.

But why did he feel a little happy when Song Jingmo appeared outside the window?

"Try to comfort me."

Song Jingmo lowered his eyes, looking somewhat forlorn. "Just coax me and I won't be sad anymore."

Lu Er thought she had misheard: "What?"

"I said, try to comfort me."

Song Jingmo looked at him and said, "I'm really upset that you sent me a message to distance yourself from me. You have to comfort me."

Lu Er was stunned for three seconds, then laughed in exasperation.

"Song Jingmo, are you kidding me?"

"I lost all my savings for my wife, and now I owe a hundred million. Not only that, I was forced to kneel so badly that my knees and butt still hurt. Instead of comforting me, you expect me to comfort you?"

Song Jingmo looked at the person and suddenly took a step forward.

Lu Er instinctively stepped back, but the bed was behind her, leaving her nowhere to retreat.

Song Jingmo looked down at the person and said, "Baby has been wronged."

Lu Er's mind went blank for a moment.

"What did you call me?"

"Baby."

Song Jingmo called again, his voice low, like soothing a child, "Baby, does it still hurt?"

Lu Er blushed.

The redness spread from the tips of her ears to the base of her neck.

"Who, who is your baby...?"

"Does it hurt?"

Song Jingmo was persistent, his gaze fixed on the person's buttocks. "Does your knee hurt, or your buttocks?"

Lu Er opened her mouth, but couldn't say a word.

Song Jingmo reached out and pulled Lu Er to sit down on the edge of the bed. He then squatted down and lifted the hem of Lu Er's pajamas.

"What are you doing!"

Lu Er grabbed the person's hand.

"Apply the medicine."

Song Jingmo looked up at him. "Didn't you say it hurt?"

"I... I can apply it myself..."

"Did you just apply it?"

Lu Er fell silent.

I did want to apply it just now, but the position was too embarrassing, so I gave up after trying it once.

Song Jingmo sighed softly.

"Lie down properly."

Lu Er wanted to say "no need," but Song Jingmo's eyes were serious and gentle, and the words of refusal stuck in her throat, and she couldn't say them.

Slowly lie down and bury your face in the pillow.

Song Jingmo lifted the hem of the person's pajamas, revealing their lower back.

The marks were still there, a mixture of blue and purple, standing out starkly against her fair skin.

Song Jingmo paused for a moment.

Then I squeezed some ointment onto my fingertip and gently applied it.

Tell me if it hurts.

Lu Er buried her face in the pillow and mumbled a soft "hmm".

The ointment felt cool, while Song Jingmo's fingertips felt warm.

She applied it very slowly and lightly, as if she were handling something fragile.

Lu Er lay down and said, "My brother talked to me a lot today."

"What did you say?"

Lu Er's voice was muffled: "Talking about your parents, talking about your grandfather, talking about the Song family's high social standing, talking about how I can't afford to offend them."

Song Jingmo didn't say anything and continued applying the medicine.

"He's afraid your family will investigate," Lu Er said, "and he's afraid the Song family will make things difficult for the Lu family."

Are you scared?

Lu Er remained silent for a while.

"I'm afraid... I'm even more afraid that you'll hate me because of this."

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

"I don't hate you."

"I know," Lu Er said, "but what about your family? What about your parents? What about your grandfather? If they found out, wouldn't they...?"

"Won't."

Lu Er paused for a moment, then tried to turn her head away.

But lying face down wasn't convenient, so he could only ask, turning his head to the side, "How do you know you can't?"

Song Jingmo lowered his head and continued applying the medicine.

"This is not your fault."

Lu Er frowned: "Why aren't you blaming me? I was the one who drank too much..."

"It's because I lack self-control."

Lu Er was stunned.

She abruptly turned her head to look at Song Jingmo: "What did you say?"

Song Jingmo looked up at him, her gaze calm.

"I said it's because I lack self-control."

Song Jingmo said, word by word, "It was because I couldn't resist the temptation that those things happened."

Lu Er's mind couldn't process it.

Does Song Jingmo lack self-control?

Are you kidding me?

Everyone in the medical school knows that Song Jingmo is famous for his strong self-control.

He can consistently get up at 5 a.m. every day to run in the dead of winter, and he avoids all mobile games and other forms of entertainment...

Does this person lack self-control?

"You...you're kidding, right?"

Lu Er stammered, "Your self-control is clearly the best, everyone can see that..."

Song Jingmo looked at the person and suddenly smiled.

"Er'er, don't you understand?"

Lu Er stared blankly at the person.

"No one can force me to do this unless I want to."

Lu Er's mind went blank with a "buzz".

Is Song Jingmo willing?

Would you be willing to sleep with yourself?

wrong.

A thought flashed through Lu Er's mind, a thought that made her heart stop beating.

Does Song Jingmo like him?

impossible?

Aren't they brothers?

Aren't they childhood sweethearts?

Why would Song Jingmo have such thoughts about him?

"Ner, I..."

Just then, the door was pushed open.

Lu Chen stood at the door, holding a first-aid kit in his hand, his gaze fixed on the bed.

On the bed, Song Jingmo squatted by the bedside, one hand on Lu Er's waist.

Lu Er lay face down, her pajamas pulled up to her lower back, revealing a patch of mottled skin.

Meanwhile, Song Jingmo's other hand was helping Lu Er pull up her pants.

Three people, six eyes, looking at each other in bewilderment.

The air froze for three seconds.

Lu Er was the first to react, grabbing the blanket to cover herself, her face burning red: "Brother, it's not what you think!"

"He was just applying medicine for me, we didn't do anything!"

Lu Chen ignored everyone and focused his gaze on Song Jingmo.

Song Jingmo slowly stood up, his expression calm: "Brother Chen."

Lu Chen walked in, placed the first-aid kit on the table with a dull thud.

"Song Jingmo, come out with me."

Lu Er panicked and threw back the covers, trying to get out of bed: "Brother!"

"Shut up!"

Lu Chen didn't turn his head, his voice as cold as ice, "Try moving again."

Lu Er had barely lifted her butt off the bed when she sat back down, watching helplessly as Lu Chen and Song Jingmo walked out of the room one after the other.

The room fell silent.

Lu Er sat on the bed, her heart pounding.

The words Song Jingmo just said are still swirling in my mind.

and so……

Does Song Jingmo really like him?

Lu Er covered her face, fell backward, and landed on the bed.

It’s over.

He doesn't seem... that bad.

Lu Chen walked in front, and Song Jingmo followed behind. The two entered the study in silence.

Lu Chen closed the door, turned around, and looked at Song Jingmo.

Song Jingmo stood in the center of the study, his expression calm and without the slightest hint of guilt.

"Song Jingmo, have you been eyeing my brother for a while now?"

Song Jingmo looked at the person and admitted it frankly: "Yes."

"Song Jingmo, I don't care how you two started, nor do I care what your feelings are for my brother. But I'm telling you this upfront..."

Lu Chen looked at Song Jingmo with eyes as sharp as knives.

"If you dare to bully him, make him cry, make him sad, make him suffer even the slightest grievance..."

He paused, then said, word by word, "I don't care what your Song family's background is, I will make you regret this."

Meeting Lu Chen's gaze, Song Jingmo slowly said, "I don't know how."

"I like him, I've liked him since I was little, and I can't bear to see him suffer. I've protected him for over ten years, and I will continue to protect him in the future."

Lu Chen remained silent for a long while before finally speaking, "Does that kid know?"

Song Jingmo: "Now you should know."

Lu Chen raised an eyebrow: "You should know?"

"Just now," Song Jingmo said, "I hadn't finished speaking when you came in."

Lu Chen paused for a moment, then smiled.

"Okay," he said, standing up, "you can continue."

Upstairs in the room, Lu Er was lying on the bed, her face buried in the pillow, her exposed ears as red as boiled shrimp.

Hearing the door open, he looked up abruptly.

Upon seeing that it was Song Jingmo, he lay back down.

"Are you...are you alright?"

Lu Er's voice was muffled, "My brother didn't hit you, did he?"

Song Jingmo walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"no."

Lu Er breathed a sigh of relief.

Then she tensed up again: "What did he say?"

Song Jingmo looked at the person but didn't say anything.

Lu Er waited for a while, but when she didn't get a reply, she couldn't help but look up at the person.

Eyes facing each other.

Song Jingmo smiled, reached out, and gently ruffled Lu Er's hair.

Her voice was as gentle as a March breeze: "Your brother told me to treat you well and not let you suffer any injustice, or he won't let me off the hook."

Lu Er's mind went blank again.

He stared blankly at Song Jingmo, his mouth opening and closing repeatedly, unable to utter a single word.

Song Jingmo lowered his head and placed a gentle kiss on the other person's forehead.

"Er'er," Song Jingmo said, "we'll take it slow, I'm not in a hurry. I'll wait for you to get used to it, until you're willing to accept me."

Lu Er's heart skipped a beat.

Outside the window, the sun was setting, and the afterglow shone through the glass, so gentle it was almost unbelievable.

Lu Er suddenly felt that this afternoon wasn't so bad after all.