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

In the ward, Liao Xubai watched Lu Er's hurried departure and sighed.

Song Jingmo: "I misunderstood you last time because I had preconceived notions. I'm sorry."

Judging from Lu Er's reaction, Liao Xubai did not reveal his secret.

Liao Xubai sat down, looked at Song Jingmo, and asked softly, "Why didn't you tell him?"

Song Jingmo closed his eyes, his long eyelashes casting shadows on his pale face.

"Tell him that the person I love isn't you, but him? Tell him that I waited for him for six years. But he still doesn't understand his own heart?"

She gave a bitter laugh and said, "And then what? To see him accept me out of guilt or pity? That's not what I want."

He knew that being friends would last longer, but he wanted to hold the other person's hand even more.

He tacitly accepted Liao Xubai's provocations and repeatedly tested Lu Er's feelings, but each time he did not receive the answer he wanted.

His love was so obvious, but Lu Er just wouldn't reciprocate, and he really had no other choice.

They cared for each other as friends, but they were neither pure friends nor open lovers.

Love surged within him, but words failed him.

How many more times will Lu Er have to test him before she realizes he likes her?

Liao Xubai was silent for a moment: "I think you two are a match made in heaven. One of you is afraid to speak up, and the other doesn't understand, so you torment each other."

Song Jingmo looked at Liao Xubai with remorse: "I'm sorry."

To test Lu Er, he often condoned some of Liao Xubai's actions: getting close during meals, the coffee mentioned in his WeChat Moments...

This is not fair to Liao Xubai.

Liao Xubai: "I like you, and I'm willing to be used. You don't need to feel guilty."

He liked Song Jingmo, but it was more of an admiration for the strong and a desire to be envied by others.

In fact, he knew very well that if he hadn't succeeded in six years abroad, it would be even more impossible after returning to China.

"You get some rest, I'm going to work."

Liao Xubai said as he picked up the takeout he had brought, "I'm taking this with me so it won't end up in the trash. Wasting food is shameful."

Lu Er wandered around downstairs for twenty minutes, her mind filled with images of Song Jingmo and Liao Xubai flirting and feeding each other.

No, Song Jingmo's injury hasn't healed yet. What if the two of them end up sleeping together while feeding him?

He must stop it.

Lu Er returned to Song Jingmo's ward and was somewhat surprised to find that Liao Xubai was not there.

Before he could ask, a young and pretty nurse walked in.

Standing blushing in front of Song Jingmo's hospital bed, she said, "Dr. Song, what would you like to eat tomorrow? I'm off tomorrow, so I can make it and bring it to you."

The person in front of her looked at Song Jingmo with obvious admiration in their eyes, a look that Lu Er had seen in the eyes of many people.

Before Song Jingmo could answer, Lu Er strode closer, her tone curt: "You're wasting your time. He's not interested in women."

The nurse was stunned, looking at Lu Er in confusion: "What?"

Lu Er said, enunciating each word clearly: "Song Jingmo is male, so give up on him."

The ward was deathly silent.

The nurse's expression shifted from confusion to shock, and finally to embarrassment and indignation. She hurriedly said "sorry" and fled the ward.

"Are you done talking?" Song Jingmo's voice was eerily calm.

Lu Er met Song Jingmo's unfathomable eyes.

Those usually calm and composed eyes were now churning with emotions he had never seen before.

Disappointment, anger, and a hint of elusive pain.

Lu Er retorted sharply, "Did I say something wrong? Don't you like men?"

Song Jingmo slowly sat up straight, the wound on his abdomen making this simple movement difficult.

"Six years ago, you humiliated me with money. Six years later, are you going to humiliate me again with my sexual orientation?"

"That's not what I meant. I didn't mean to humiliate you," Lu Er argued. "I just didn't want to see her efforts go to waste."

"And what about you?" Song Jingmo's voice was as cold as ice. "What are you scheming about this time?"

"If you hate homosexuality so much, why do you keep doing things that leave people guessing?"

Love is about consistently and sincerely appreciating and liking someone; being hot and cold like Lu Er is like pulling a dog leash.

Lu Er was speechless when asked the question.

Yes, what exactly is he doing?

Why care so much about Liao Xubai's existence?

Why ruin Song Jingmo's potential relationship?

Lu Er struggled to find the words: "I don't like Liao Xubai, he's not right for you..."

Song Jingmo laughed, a laugh devoid of any warmth: "By what right do you say these things? Who I like is none of your business!"

Every word was like a knife, stabbing into Lu Er's heart.

Song Jingmo closed her eyes: "Don't come again."

Lu Er hurriedly packed up her lunchbox and left in a disheveled state.

On the taxi ride home, Lu Er looked out at the neon lights flashing by, her mind replaying everything that had just happened.

All of this disturbed him, yet he vaguely sensed that beneath this tangled mess lay a truth he dared not touch.

In stark contrast to the tense atmosphere in Song Jingmo's ward, Leng Keyan's ward was filled with warmth.

Yin Siyao pushed the door open and came in: "I'm sorry, the patient had a problem and was delayed for half an hour."

"Teacher Yin, you've finally arrived." Leng Keyan's voice carried a clear hint of coquetry. "I'm angry with my uncle, not with you."

"Oh, what did your uncle do to you?"

Leng Keyan leaned against the hospital bed, her bright eyes gazing longingly at Yin Siyao, looking just like a puppy abandoned by its owner.

"My uncle didn't care whether I lived or died. He only cared about Teacher Song. He put down the lunchbox and left."

Yin Siyao walked to the bedside and casually patted Leng Keyan's head: "Your uncle is worried about Dr. Song, because he is more seriously injured."

"But you can't just completely ignore me, can you?" Leng Keyan looked aggrieved. "Teacher Yin is still the best. From now on, Teacher Yin will be number one in my heart, and my uncle will only be number two."

Yin Siyao's heart melted at these words. She opened the insulated box, and the aroma immediately filled the air.

Inside were braised pork ribs, stir-fried seasonal vegetables, and a fragrant chicken soup, all carefully prepared by Wang Ma.

Carefully scooping up a spoonful of rice, along with a small piece of pork rib, he held it to Leng Keyan's lips: "Are you hungry? I'll feed you."

Leng Keyan's eyes lit up instantly.

Yin Siyao scooped up a spoonful of soup, gently blew on it to cool it, and brought it to Leng Keyan's lips. Leng Keyan obediently opened her mouth, but her eyes remained fixed on Yin Siyao.

Under the warm yellow light, Yin Siyao's profile was soft, and her long eyelashes cast a small shadow under her eyes.

Because they were in such a rush, they didn't even have time to take off their white coats; underneath was a light blue shirt with the collar slightly open, revealing their delicate collarbones.

Her fingers were long and slender, and the way she held the spoon was extremely elegant, like sculpting a work of art.

Leng Keyan felt her heartbeat getting out of control.

The ward was quiet, with only the occasional soft clinking of tableware.

Yin Siyao carefully divided the food into small portions and fed it to Leng Keyan bite by bite, wiping the soup from the corners of his mouth with a tissue from time to time.

Leng Keyan obediently accepted the food, but her gaze lingered more and more brazenly on Yin Siyao's face.

After swallowing the food in her mouth, Leng Keyan suddenly blurted out, "Teacher Yin, you're so kind."

Yin Siyao looked up, meeting those overly bright eyes, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I just think you're good."

Leng Keyan smiled, her eyes crinkling. "She's beautiful, a skilled doctor, and so gentle. Whoever becomes your girlfriend will be very happy."

Yin Siyao was a little embarrassed by the straightforward praise, and lowered her head to scoop up a spoonful of soup: "Don't talk nonsense, eat your food properly."