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

"Do you think Mom is blind? She just hasn't thought about it that way yet. Do you think she doesn't have any doubts in her mind?"

Lu Er was speechless.

It turns out that his uncontrollable emotions had long been exposed to discerning people.

Only Lu Er's suppressed sobs remained in the study.

Lu Chen couldn't bear to see his younger brother break down, so he coaxed him in a low voice, "Mom has arranged a few blind dates for you. The best way to forget someone is to get to know more people."

He knew these words were cruel, but he had to say them.

He couldn't bear to watch his only younger brother, like a moth drawn to a flame, crash into that wall that was destined to leave him bloodied and battered.

Some gaps are simply insurmountable from birth.

Some feelings of love, from the moment they arise, are destined to be buried deep in the heart, never to see the light of day.

hospital.

After finishing the last medical record, Song Jingmo wearily rubbed his temples. The office lights were off, and the twilight outside the window enveloped him in a dim light and shadow.

Liao Xubai stood at the door, his face bearing his usual gentle smile. But that smile faltered slightly when he saw Song Jingmo's forlorn figure.

"Jingmo," Liao Xubai approached, "Today is my birthday. Would you do me the honor of having dinner with me tonight?"

Song Jingmo raised his head, his gaze calm and unwavering, even carrying a hint of weary aloofness: "Sorry, I have something to do tonight."

Seeing the light in Liao Xubai's eyes dim instantly, Song Jingmo made his words even clearer, "I appreciate your kindness, but there's no way we can be together."

Liao Xubai's smile froze for a moment, a hint of resentment and pain flashing in his eyes: "Why?"

"What's wrong with me? Why can't you just turn around and look at me?"

Song Jingmo stood up and walked to the window: "It's not a matter of whether you're good or not. It's just that when I was young, I saw the most beautiful and stunning flowers, and now I can't see anything else."

These words were like a poisoned dagger, piercing Liao Xubai's heart.

Liao Xubai's tone carried a hint of pleading and moral blackmail: "Even for the sake of me saving your life once, is that not enough?"

"Just this once, as a way to fulfill my birthday wish, okay?"

Song Jingmo's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly: "I've always remembered this kindness. That's why I've been so tolerant of you all these years. Please don't make things difficult for me."

The old Lu family residence.

Lu Er was placed under house arrest. No matter how much he assured her, Lu Chen was determined not to let her go out and even sent people to guard her.

Song Jingmo sent many messages apologizing and explaining, his words revealing his extreme caution.

Looking at these messages, Lu Er felt as if her heart was being roasted on a fire.

Knowing full well that she shouldn't respond anymore, shouldn't give Song Jingmo any more hope, and shouldn't give herself any more wishful thinking.

Driven by intense longing, I impulsively replied: "Old house, old place, see you there."

After sending the message, Lu Er immediately sought help from her sister-in-law.

Taking advantage of the moment when Lu Chen was called to the study by Luo Bingbing, Lu Er gritted her teeth and jumped out of the second-floor window.

A sharp pain shot through her ankle as she landed, and cold sweat instantly beaded on her forehead. Lu Er endured the pain and limped back to their usual spot.

When Song Jingmo saw the pale-faced person in the distance, his heart clenched.

"How could you..."

Song Jingmo quickly stepped forward, picked the person up, and placed them in the passenger seat.

"Did you get into trouble again?"

Lu Er's eyes were red, and her face was full of grievance: "Um, I don't want to go home. Can I stay at your place?"

Song Jingmo didn't ask any more questions: "Okay, you can stay as long as you want."

This is Lu Er's first visit to Song Jingmo's new home after he returned to China.

The house is in a minimalist modern style, with black, white and gray as the main colors, and is so clean and tidy that it is almost cold.

Song Jingmo placed the person on the sofa: "Stay put and be good, I'll go get the first-aid kit."

Lu Er looked around.

On the table, Song Jingmo's phone screen lit up:

[Liao Xubai: Jingmo, I know I shouldn't bother you, but I'm really sad. Today is my birthday, could you stay with me tonight?]

Lu Er felt as if she had been pricked by a needle, and as if possessed, she tapped on her contacts.

The name Liao Xubai was prominently displayed in the emergency contact section.

A mix of disappointment, bitterness, and self-deprecation instantly welled up inside me.

It turns out that, unbeknownst to him, the person Song Jingmo could rely on and connect with during the most crucial moments of his life was actually Liao Xubai.

Song Jingmo put the medicine box aside, squatted down, and carefully rolled up Lu Er's trouser leg. Seeing the swollen and red ankle, his eyes were full of heartache.

"Is this a serious mess?"

Lu Er nodded, then asked nervously, "Will you... always stand by my side?"

Song Jingmo vaguely guessed something: "Yes, no matter what you want to do, I will always be behind you."

Lu Er looked at the person's focused profile and felt the warmth of the person's fingertips, feeling a mix of emotions.

The mix of jealousy, resentment, and long-suppressed love gave him an impulse to throw caution to the wind and do whatever he wanted.

She deliberately let out a soft groan, leaning her body softly against Song Jingmo, her voice carrying a hint of coquetry: "It hurts..."

Song Jingmo paused in treating his wound, then looked up and met Lu Er's bright, watery eyes.

The air instantly became thick and ambiguous, the temperature between the two suddenly rose, and certain desires that had been forcibly suppressed began to stir.

"My foot is injured..." Lu Er licked her dry lips. "Will you help me take a bath?"

Song Jingmo's Adam's apple bobbed, his eyes dark and inky.

The bathroom was filled with steam.

Lu Er was almost hanging on Song Jingmo, with warm water washing over the two of them.

The atmosphere was so ambiguous it felt almost tangible; every exchange of glances, every unintentional touch, was like lighting a dry fuse.

Seeing the man's tense profile and flushed neck, Lu Er suddenly seemed to lose her balance and slid into the bathtub, splashing water all over Song Jingmo.

Song Jingmo's white shirt was instantly soaked, clinging tightly to his body and outlining his well-defined muscles.

"You're wet too..." Lu Er's eyes were hazy as she leaned close to his ear, her breath warm. "Let's shower together..."

Song Jingmo's body froze completely, and his breathing became noticeably heavy.

Looking at Lu Er's face so close to his, his peach blossom eyes were misty with moisture, carrying an undisguised invitation and seduction.

At that moment, the string of reason snapped completely.

He suddenly pressed her against the cold tile wall, showering her with burning kisses, a kind of desperate madness.

Lu Er responded enthusiastically, and the two intertwined in the misty steam, as if trying to merge into each other's very bones.

After an unknown amount of time, Song Jingmo finally released the person, panting.

He scooped the person up in his arms, wrapped them haphazardly in a large bath towel, and roughly tossed them onto the soft bed in the bedroom.

Leaning down, with his hands supporting him on either side of his body, Song Jingmo's eyes were as deep as a bottomless, icy pool, churning with long-suppressed desires and struggles.

Lu Er took the initiative to wrap her arms around his neck, tilting her head back to meet his embrace. Their breaths mingled, and Song Jingmo's hand eagerly slipped under the bath towel.