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

Is this a promise?

Lu Er was overjoyed and moved to one side of the big bed, looking at Song Jingmo with longing eyes.

After a quick wash, Song Jingmo put on her pajamas, lay down on the other side of the bed, and turned off the bedside lamp.

In the darkness, the senses become exceptionally sharp.

Lu Er could clearly hear the steady breathing of the person next to her and feel the warmth from the other side of her body.

My palms were sweating with nervousness; I was both looking forward to something happening and afraid that something would actually happen.

Carefully, little by little, I moved my body, trying to get closer to the heat source.

Song Jingmo's deep voice rang out in the darkness, carrying a warning: "Get some sleep."

Lu Er froze immediately, feeling like a kitten was scratching at her heart.

Smelling Song Jingmo's cool aura, I felt my fever was getting worse, otherwise why was my whole body so hot?

With his back to the person, Song Jingmo opened his eyes in the darkness, feeling the subtle movements and burning body temperature of the person behind him, and his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.

She was truly ill; the dizziness and fatigue from the high fever quickly made Lu Er drift off to sleep, unable to get up at all.

At first, Lu Er felt unbearably hot all over and unconsciously kicked off the blanket.

The thin down comforter was kicked off, and the coolness brought a moment of comfort.

The next second, a cool hand will, with an irresistible force, pull the blanket back over your body tightly, tucking it in carefully even around your shoulders.

"It's so hot..." Lu Er grumbled, his hands and feet starting to wander again.

"Bear with it." Song Jingmo's voice sounded particularly deep in the darkness as he used a damp towel to cool the person down.

But just a few minutes later, that mischievous hand reached out again, exposing half of her snow-white shoulder.

After several attempts, Song Jingmo lost his temper.

I simply used one hand to gently press down on the person's moving arm through the blanket, and placed the other hand on the edge of the blanket to prevent the person from kicking it away again.

"Hmm... It's hot..." Lu Er struggled a few times in her sleep, but because she was half-encircled in someone's arms, she couldn't move.

Song Jingmo ignored the unconscious protests and maintained this slightly restrictive posture.

Around 2 a.m., Lu Er started to feel cold again.

In her sleep, she huddled closer to the only source of warmth beside her, muttering incoherently, "Cold...so cold..."

Like a little animal seeking warmth, she kept burrowing into Song Jingmo's arms, her body still trembling slightly.

Breath sprayed onto the person's neck, carrying an abnormal heat, and arms unconsciously wrapped around it.

This intimate contact caused Song Jingmo's heart to race uncontrollably. His body reacted involuntarily, as if the spot that had been touched was on fire.

Song Jingmo felt uncomfortable from being teased, yet he couldn't push him away. He reached out and touched the other person's forehead; the temperature seemed to have dropped a little.

Helpless, I could only get up, turn on the bedside lamp, and find another thick quilt in the closet to cover him up properly.

Even wrapped in two blankets, Lu Er was still curled up in the blankets, shivering pitifully, and sweating profusely.

Song Jingmo frowned and gently shook the person's shoulders: "Wake up, I'll take you to the hospital."

Lu Er was shaken half-asleep and extremely uncomfortable, which made her irritable. She irritably waved away Song Jingmo's hand.

He grumbled and complained, "No, you're a doctor, why are you taking me to a hospital? All you do is make things difficult for me."

After saying that, she followed the heat source and leaned towards Song Jingmo again, haphazardly placing her arm around him.

Her voice was thick with nasal tones and carried a hint of coquetry: "It's so cold, Jingmo-ge, can you hold me while I sleep? I won't be cold if you hold me."

Song Jingmo's body froze instantly.

The damp hair of the person in his arms brushed against his neck, and warm breath sprayed on his collarbone, bringing waves of shivers down his spine.

Song Jingmo was agitated by the teasing and tried to push the person away a little.

But Lu Er clung on tightly like an octopus, whimpering in dissatisfaction.

Seeing the person's vulnerable and dependent appearance, Song Jingmo's last bit of resolve finally crumbled.

With a resigned sigh, he reached out and pulled the cold, sweaty body into his arms, then pulled two blankets over them and wrapped them tightly together.

Being pressed tightly against a hot, sweaty body, and covered with two blankets, Song Jingmo quickly broke out in a sweat, feeling sticky and uncomfortable all over.

Lu Er nestled into the warm, firm embrace, sighed contentedly, rubbed her cheek against the person's neck, and quickly fell into a deep sleep again.

Song Jingmo maintained the embrace, listening to the other's steady breathing, closed his eyes, and forcibly suppressed the surging excitement and desire in his heart.

The next morning, Lu Er woke up.

I groggily opened my eyes, feeling as if I had been pulled out of the water. My hair was wet and stuck to my forehead, and my pajamas were damp and clinging to my body, making me extremely uncomfortable.

Memories of last night are gradually returning.

He seemed to be cold and stubbornly insisted on being held by Song Jingmo while sleeping.

Lu Er's face instantly turned bright red.

How dare he let Song Jingmo, who has severe mysophobia, hold him while he slept, despite being covered in sweat and odor!

The fact that Song Jingmo didn't kick him off the bed on the spot is truly a stroke of good luck for the Lu family.

Even a wisp of smoke isn't enough; the ancestral grave must be on fire.

Thinking about it, I smelled myself and it smelled awful.

Feeling guilty and embarrassed, I turned my head. The other side of the bed was empty, with only a slightly sunken pillow and a faint scent of cedar.

My heart felt empty for a moment.

Song Jingmo is gone?

She hurriedly sat up and noticed a glass of water on the bedside table. There was a sticky note underneath and cold medicine next to it.

The note was written in Song Jingmo's familiar and beautiful running script:

There's a pre-operative meeting this morning. Breakfast is in the kitchen; please let me know when you wake up and have your temperature taken.

Lu Er suddenly remembered something and rushed to the living room without even putting on her shoes.

Seeing Song Jingmo's black suitcase still in the entryway, she breathed a long sigh of relief. Her gaze then shifted to the clothes he had worn yesterday hanging on the balcony.

An indescribable joy and sense of peace instantly filled my chest.

It feels like two people living together.

Lu Er couldn't help but hum an off-key song, then happily found a thermometer and took her temperature.

37.8℃, low-grade fever.

I quickly took a picture of the thermometer and sent it to Song Jingmo, along with a pitiful emoji:

[Reporting to the supervisor, my temperature is 37.8 degrees Celsius, and I'm still feeling a bit dizzy.]

The conference room of the First People's Hospital of H City.

Song Jingmo's phone vibrated in his pocket. He took it out and quickly glanced at it during a break in the other experts' speeches.

Seeing the number drop, his slightly furrowed brows relaxed a little.

Long, slender fingers tapped rapidly on the screen:

Okay, rest well at home today and don't go out unnecessarily. I'll be back as soon as possible.

After sending the message, I put my phone on silent and put it back in my pocket.

He raised his head, his gaze refocusing on the projected medical images, regaining his professional composure, as if the gentleness of the moment had never existed.

Upon receiving the reply, Lu Er rolled around on the bed twice, clutching her phone. She buried her face in Song Jingmo's pillow, grinning from ear to ear.