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

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The lights in the entryway came on, illuminating their silent faces.

"Should you wash first, or should I?" Lu Er broke the silence, her voice carrying a hint of barely perceptible caution and ingratiation.

Song Jingmo took off his coat, his voice low and husky: "You go first."

"it is good."

Lu Er strode into the bathroom, the warm water washing over her body, but it couldn't dispel the chill and unease in her heart.

After a quick shower, I came out wrapped in a bathrobe, my hair still wet and hanging over my forehead.

"Brother Jingmo, I'm done washing..." The words caught in her throat.

The living room was empty.

My heart skipped a beat. I picked up my phone, my voice trembling, "Where did you go? I haven't seen you!"

"I'm on the rooftop, I'll be right down. Don't go outside, it's very windy."

Song Jingmo's voice came through the electricity, with the sound of howling wind in the background.

Lu Er couldn't listen to anything. After hanging up the phone, she didn't even bother to change her shoes before rushing out of the room and running up the cold stairs to the rooftop.

The night wind, carrying a biting chill, suddenly rushed into the open collar of Lu Er's bathrobe, making her shiver.

Pushing open the heavy iron gate, I immediately saw that lonely figure leaning against the railing.

Even before the night breeze, what hits the senses is a pungent smell of tobacco.

Lu Er suddenly stopped in her tracks, her eyes widening in disbelief.

Song Jingmo is smoking.

My gaze fell on the discarded tin can next to the man, on which lay five or six cigarette butts, one of which still had a trace of crimson.

Upon noticing Lu Er's approach, Song Jingmo's body stiffened almost imperceptibly.

Song Jingmo still had a half-burnt cigarette between his fingers, his slender fingers reddened by the night wind, and the bluish smoke added a touch of loneliness to his cold profile.

Lu Er's throat tightened: "When...did you start smoking too?"

In high school, he thought smoking was cool. Encouraged by others, he hid in the bathroom to try smoking, but was caught red-handed by Song Jingmo.

That was the first time he had ever seen Song Jingmo get so angry.

At that time, Song Jingmo's eyes were as cold as ice as he explained to him word by word the deadly dangers of smoking, forcing him to swear never to touch it again.

From then on, he never touched it again.

He never imagined that the person who had sternly stopped him back then would be here now, silently puffing away on a cigarette.

Song Jingmo slowly turned his head, his face showing a dejection and weariness that Lu Er had never seen before.

I rarely smoke.

Song Jingmo's voice was slightly hoarse from the wind, tinged with the huskiness of tobacco, "This is the first time I've been back in the country since then."

He paused for a moment, his voice low, "Back when I was abroad, I would only smoke one when I really couldn't resist the urge."

Lu Er could no longer hold back. She stepped forward and threw herself into Song Jingmo's arms, tightly wrapping her arms around his lean waist.

"sorry."

Lu Er's voice choked with sobs, "Don't take my brother's words to heart. I will never accept a business marriage, and I will not repeat the mistakes my parents made."

She raised her head, gazing stubbornly into Song Jingmo's deep eyes, her tone more serious and firm than ever before: "I will only marry the person I love."

Song Jingmo froze for a moment when the person rushed towards him. Feeling the trembling body under the thin bathrobe in his arms and the hot wetness on the neck, he sighed. In the end, heartache prevailed.

He hugged her back, his palm touching Lu Er's back, which was chilled by the night wind. He frowned and said, "You came up here dressed so lightly, do you want to catch a cold again?"

His tone was reproachful, but he gently took off his coat and wrapped it around the person.

Lu Er: "I..."

"Stop talking, let's go back first." Song Jingmo's voice was hoarse as he half-supported and half-carried the person away from the rooftop.

Back in the warm room, Song Jingmo brought out a hairdryer. After drying the person's still dripping hair, he tucked them into bed and covered them up tightly.

"Lie down quietly, I'm going to take a shower."

When Song Jingmo finished showering and came out of the bathroom drying his hair, Lu Er immediately moved closer to the bed.

She patted the empty space next to her, her eyes sparkling, with a hint of coquettishness: "Brother Jingmo, I'm still sick, I want to sleep in your arms..."

Song Jingmo paused in drying his hair, looked into those expectant eyes, and ultimately swallowed back the words of refusal.

Silently, I walked to the other side of the bed and lay down. A warm body eagerly rolled into my arms.

Like a kitten that has found its home, Lu Er found a comfortable spot and rubbed against it contentedly.

Song Jingmo had a headache, and his voice was hoarse: "If you keep moving around, go to sleep."

Seeing this, Lu Er solemnly vowed, "I promise I'll sleep well and won't move around. You're not allowed to leave."

After a few minutes of silence, Lu Er noticed Song Jingmo's body stiffen, and a bold and mischievous thought flashed through her mind.

She deliberately twisted her body slightly, her warm breath brushing against Song Jingmo's earlobe, her voice intentionally soft and sweet: "Brother Jingmo, you feel so warm."

His hands, too, started to wander.

Song Jingmo's breath hitched. He grabbed the person's hand that was causing the disturbance, his voice carrying a warning: "Stop messing around."

Lu Er ignored her completely and instead pressed for details even more.

Seeing the tips of his ears turning a light red as he tried to hold back his tears, Lu Er laughed.

Looking up, he offered a completely insincere apology: "Ah, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

Her fingertips gently traced Song Jingmo's suddenly taut jawline and slightly reddened earlobes.

I comforted him in a tone that I knew very well: "It's a normal physiological reaction, don't be too embarrassed."

She even went so far as to lean closer, her eyes shining with an astonishing light, and lowered her voice, seductively asking, "Do you need any help?"

Song Jingmo was so enraged by this action that he felt both ashamed and angry.

He stared intently at the clueless little rascal in his arms, who was still frantically probing, and suddenly reached out and grabbed the tie that was lying to the side.

He deftly tied those restless hands together in a tight knot.

Lu Er was stunned and struggled for a moment: "What are you doing?"

"Go to sleep," Song Jingmo lay down again, his back to the person, his voice regaining its usual calm, "Don't cause any more trouble."

Lu Er froze for a few seconds, trying to struggle, but found that Song Jingmo was holding her tightly and she couldn't break free at all.

Lu Er was even more excited that the aloof beauty was having such a good time.

She squirmed, rubbing her bound hands against Song Jingmo's back, whimpering, "Jingmo-ge~ why are you tying me up~ let me go~"

But soon, Lu Er realized that Song Jingmo was serious.

No matter how much he rubbed against her or begged, she remained unmoved.

"Waaah... Jingmo-ge... let go of me, my hand hurts so much..."

"I know I was wrong, I'll never touch you like that again..."

"Please untie me, I don't want to sleep tied up."

"Song Jingmo! You bastard! Let me go!"

"Song Jingmo, do you believe I'll tell my brother that you tied me to the bed and bullied me..."

After begging and cursing proved ineffective, Lu Er's tears fell in a steady stream, like a little animal that had been bullied terribly.

Hearing the suppressed sobs, Song Jingmo felt a pang of pain in his heart. He turned around, hugged the person, and whispered soothingly, "Don't cry, go to sleep."

Perhaps exhausted from all the commotion, Lu Er's crying gradually subsided, and she finally fell into a deep sleep, with tear stains still clinging to the corners of her eyes.

Feeling the person in his arms gradually regain their composure and relax, Song Jingmo sighed almost inaudibly. He lowered his head and kissed the person's tear-dampened temple.