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

The surgery in H City was very successful. Song Jingmo will stay to observe the patient's recovery for 48 hours after the surgery and exchange experiences with relevant doctors.

Originally, these follow-up tasks were to be divided between him and Liao Xubai, but Song Jingmo pushed all the cleanup work that required fieldwork and long hours of communication onto Liao Xubai.

"I'll leave the postoperative monitoring and data analysis to you. Please also represent our team as the main speaker at the experience-sharing session tomorrow afternoon."

Liao Xubai: "Jingmo, according to the procedure, this work is something we completed together."

Song Jingmo looked at the person sitting on the sofa playing games on a tablet: "I have some personal matters to take care of. Thank you for your hard work."

Lu Er was absolutely ecstatic, barely managing to hold back her laughter. She could only desperately purse her lips and poke randomly at the screen with her fingers.

The little voice inside him was already dancing wildly, and Song Jingmo sent Liao Xubai away to keep him company.

Rounding down, it's basically just a date!

In the afternoon, Lu Er had an indoor scene to film. Hearing that Song Jingmo was willing to accompany him to the set, he was so happy that he almost walked on tiptoe.

On set, Lu Er was pulled away by the makeup artist to get her makeup and hair done, while Song Jingmo found a quiet corner to sit down and wait quietly.

Song Jingmo has a tall and straight figure and a cool and outstanding temperament. Even in simple casual clothes, he stands out in the bustling film set.

Not long after, a middle-aged director with a beer belly and wearing a baseball cap noticed Song Jingmo and his eyes lit up.

He had a sharp eye and immediately recognized Song Jingmo as an exceptional individual. He sized Song up, a mixture of amazement and calculation flashing in his eyes.

He forced a smile and handed over a business card: "Sir, would you be interested in pursuing a career in the entertainment industry?"

As he spoke, his hand began to wander and try to put it on Song Jingmo's shoulder.

Song Jingmo frowned, stepped aside, and his eyes instantly turned cold: "Not interested."

Director Wang, undeterred, took another step closer.

He lowered his voice, hinting, "Don't be so quick to refuse. With connections in this industry, earning hundreds of millions a year is not a dream."

Lu Er, who had just finished filming a scene, saw the grotesque hand that was about to touch Song Jingmo and her anger flared up instantly.

He rushed over and slapped Director Wang's hand away without any politeness.

"Director Wang!"

Lu Er glared at the man fiercely, like a leopard whose territory had been invaded. "There's a limit to how much you can disrespect your elders. He's not one of us. You'd better keep those methods to yourself."

Director Wang was humiliated in front of everyone by Lu Er, his face turning pale and then red. He could only glare at the two of them resentfully before slinking away.

Lu Er turned around and looked at the person anxiously: "Are you alright?"

A warm feeling welled up in Song Jingmo's heart, and he shook his head: "It's nothing."

She paused, looking at Lu Er with a barely perceptible worry in her eyes, "Do you often encounter things like this? Have you ever been taken advantage of?"

Lu Er's exceptionally beautiful face inevitably attracts covetousness in the chaotic entertainment industry.

Lu Er pouted: "There are always a few blind fools. But don't worry, I won't suffer any losses."

"If anyone dares to reach out, I'll chop off their claws; cursing back is the least of my worries."

If he really manages to create a hole in the sky, his brother will find a way to fill it in.

Recalling what happened last time, Lu Er added, "The celebration party last time was due to a moment of carelessness, but it was only that one time."

Looking at Song Jingmo's silent profile, Lu Er felt a little uneasy.

She asked cautiously, "Do you also dislike my profession? Do you think the entertainment industry is dirty, and the people in it are unclean?"

Song Jingmo said calmly and objectively, "I don't have that thought. Every industry has its hidden corners, and it also has people who stay true to themselves."

"It's the same in the medical field. On the surface, they save lives, but behind the scenes... I've also caught several married colleagues having affairs in the parking garage."

Lu Er breathed a sigh of relief, then raised her head, her tone tinged with a hint of pride: "Although I'm in this industry, I'm very clean."

"I usually just hang out with friends at bars and have a few drinks; I've never messed around with anyone."

As she spoke, her cheeks flushed slightly, and her voice lowered, "I've only slept with you and kissed you. With other people, it was just a polite handshake during events."

Seeing how eager the person was to clarify, Song Jingmo felt a pang of tenderness in his heart.

Remembering those stills I saw on TV before, I couldn't help but ask, "In the drama, when you kiss the female lead, doesn't that count as a kiss?"

Lu Er paused for a moment, then realized what she meant, her eyes crinkling with a sly smile: "That was a camera trick, not a real kiss."

Fearing that Song Jingmo wouldn't believe her, Lu Er impulsively grabbed his wrist, saying, "I'll demonstrate for you."

They pulled the person to a more secluded corner, where the two stood face to face.

Lu Er tilted her head slightly and slowly approached. She stopped at a very close distance, their noses touching.

With just a slight lean forward, their lips will touch.

"Look, like this." Lu Er's voice was low and breathy, her warm breath brushing against Song Jingmo's lips.

Their breaths mingled, and they could clearly hear each other's scent.

This pose is too suggestive.

Lu Er could clearly see Song Jingmo's long eyelashes, his whole body enveloped in the crisp scent of cedar, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

Song Jingmo's body stiffened for a moment, a strong impulse urging him to truly kiss her and seize that softness so close at hand.

Both of them were suppressing the urge to actually kiss, their hearts pounding like drums.

After a long pause, Song Jingmo took a small step back, creating a dangerous distance between them.

Lu Er's ears turned bright red, and her eyes darted around, avoiding Song Jingmo's gaze: "You know now, right? That's how it is."

Suppressing the agitation in his heart, Song Jingmo looked at the man's flushed cheeks and asked in a low, husky voice, "Aren't you homophobic?"

"Don't you feel disgusted doing this with me?"

Lu Er paused for a moment, then lowered her head.

Her toes unconsciously rubbed against the ground, and she said in a muffled voice, "I'm not scared anymore."

Then, touching her nose, she added in a low voice, "With you, I don't feel disgusted."

This answer made Song Jingmo's heart skip a beat.

After a moment of silence, he asked, "Do you know that Keyan is pursuing Dr. Yin?"

"I already knew." Lu Er looked up. "I was even his wingman, giving him plenty of advice."

Song Jingmo asked meaningfully, "Why would you help them?"

"Why shouldn't I help?"

Lu Er countered, her tone matter-of-fact, "He likes Dr. Yin, and Dr. Yin doesn't seem to dislike him either. I can't just break them up, can I?"

Song Jingmo's gaze was complex as she tentatively asked with a desperate gamble, "And what about you? Can you like men?"

Lu Er froze at the question, avoiding Song Jingmo's scorching gaze.

His voice was hoarse, filled with unspeakable struggle and helplessness: "I can, but my family won't agree."