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

Back in her hotel room, Lu Er kicked off her shoes and collapsed onto the soft sofa.

Uncontrollably, images of Song Jingmo flirting with a blonde, blue-eyed beauty in some glamorous, nightclub-dressed place kept flashing through my mind, and my chest felt incredibly tight.

Just then, the phone rang; it was Qu Suiwan.

Lu Er sat up abruptly, took a deep breath before answering the phone, and tried to keep her voice steady: "Aunt Qu?"

"Er'er, have you gone back to your room?"

Qu Suiwan's gentle voice came through, "I made some white fungus and lotus seed soup to soothe your throats. I couldn't get through to Momo on the phone, could you come down and get it, and have some with us?"

"Oh, okay, thank you Aunt Qu, I'll be right down!" Lu Er quickly agreed.

After hanging up the phone, Lu Er put on her shoes while thinking to herself: It's good that I couldn't get through. I was so engrossed in my sweet moments that I didn't even have time to look at my phone.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became; an inexplicable fire, mixed with a bitter taste, burned through his internal organs.

He hurried downstairs with his head down, took the still-warm food box from Qu Suiwan's assistant, thanked her, and then walked back with a heavy heart.

Remembering what Song Jingmo had said before, that no matter who she was with, he would come over as soon as he called.

Lu Er's fingers trembled slightly as she released the blocked number. After hesitating and struggling, she finally pressed the dial button.

The receiver rang with a long, drawn-out ring, each ring striking his already tense nerves.

No one heard.

After the automatic disconnection, only a cold busy tone remained in the receiver.

Lu Er seemed to have all her strength drained away. She leaned against the cold elevator wall and gave a self-deprecating smile.

Song Jingmo was probably just saying it casually to coax people; only a fool like him would take it seriously.

They're probably having a great time right now and have no idea about this.

Lu Er, carrying a food box, walked out of the elevator dejectedly and headed towards her room.

I had barely stepped inside when my phone suddenly vibrated.

Lu Er's heart skipped a beat, and she answered the call almost frantically, her voice carrying a hint of grievance she herself didn't realize: "Feed?"

"I was taking a shower just now."

On the other end of the phone, Song Jingmo's voice was low and hoarse, damp with moisture.

The background was quiet, unlike a noisy entertainment venue. "What's up?"

It turned out they were taking a shower.

Lu Er felt a strange sense of relief, but the pent-up frustration hadn't completely dissipated. She said stiffly, "Aunt Qu brought over some white fungus soup and invited us to eat it together."

"Okay," Song Jingmo responded, then gave a room number. "Come on over."

Lu Er carried the food box, walked to Song Jingmo's room, and pressed the doorbell.

The door opened quickly from the inside, and a wave of warm air mixed with the refreshing scent of shower gel wafted out.

Song Jingmo stood behind the door, wearing only a loose white bathrobe.

The belt was casually tied around his waist, revealing his well-defined abdominal muscles and a small patch of firm chest.

His short, black hair was still dripping wet, with a few strands sticking to his full forehead. He held a towel in one hand and was casually wiping it.

Lu Er's ears suddenly felt hot, and she didn't know where to look, so she could only lower her head.

Only a few warm yellow wall lamps were on in the room, creating an inexplicably ambiguous atmosphere.

Lu Er placed the food box on the small coffee table and finally couldn't help but ask the question she'd been holding back all the way, seemingly unintentionally: "You didn't go with Gu Jinzhou?"

Song Jingmo paused in wiping his hair and looked up at Lu Er.

His tone was calm yet carried a natural arrogance: "I have very picky tastes; not just anyone can stomach my food."

These words were like a gentle breeze, instantly dispelling the last bit of doubt and bitterness in Lu Er's heart.

She quickly chimed in, her tone tinged with a hint of accusation: "Gu Jinzhou is no good person; his private life is a mess. You should stay away from him in the future, or you might get scammed!"

Song Jingmo did not respond, but focused on drying her hair.

Lu Er stared blankly at the person's exceptionally smooth black hair, which appeared to be blown by the hot wind, and the fair and slender nape of their neck that was exposed from the collar of the bathrobe.

After drying his hair, Song Jingmo slowly opened the lid of the food box with his well-defined knuckles and took out the still-warm white fungus soup.

Those hands were long and fair, with neatly trimmed nails.

Under the light, it glowed with a healthy luster, and Lu Er's gaze was unconsciously drawn to it.

Song Jingmo's hands are well-proportioned and strong. Whether he is holding a scalpel or simply opening a food box, he exudes a pleasing elegance.

Lu Er was stunned.

Song Jingmo opened the lid and handed over the spoon: "Eat."

The two ate quietly, the sweet and sticky soup easing the tense atmosphere from before.

Lu Er hesitated for a moment, but still asked the question that had been bothering her: "How come you can sing my songs? And sing them so well..."

As far as I can remember, Song Jingmo was never interested in pop music.

Song Jingmo didn't look up, his voice low and deep, as if stating a perfectly ordinary fact: "The more you listen, the more you'll naturally learn."

After a moment, he continued, his tone tinged with melancholy: "During those years abroad, listening to your songs was the only way to feel a little closer to you."

Lu Er felt as if something had hit her hard, and a tingling, numb sensation instantly spread throughout her body.

Just then, the screen of the phone on the table lit up. Lu Er picked it up and saw it was a message from Yan Huaijin.

[Yan Huaijin: Are you free tomorrow? There's a nice art exhibition at the Royal Castle, want to go check it out together?]

Before Lu Er could reply, she felt a gaze fall on her from the other side.

Looking up, he saw Song Jingmo frowning, his gaze sweeping over his phone screen.

Although she quickly moved away, her displeasure at that moment was hardly concealed.

Lu Er felt a sudden tightness in her chest.

Putting down his phone, he didn't immediately reply to Yan Huaijin, but instead asked Song Jingmo, "When are you coming back to China?"

"It's an early morning flight tomorrow." Song Jingmo put down his spoon. "I arrive in City A tonight and start work the next day."

She then looked at Lu Er and casually asked, "Do you have work tomorrow?"

Lu Er shook her head: "That's all, the trip here is over."

Song Jingmo looked at the person, his deep eyes appearing especially gentle under the warm yellow light: "Then, would you like to come back to China with me?"

Lu Er was stunned. Song Jingmo's expression remained indifferent, but his eyes held a clear expectation.

An indescribable joy exploded in my heart like fireworks, instantly dispelling all the gloom.

He nodded vigorously, his voice beaming with excitement: "Yes!"

After saying that, he immediately picked up his phone, opened Yan Huaijin's chat window, and quickly typed a reply:

[Lu Er: Sorry, Professor Yan, I have to go back to China early tomorrow. Thank you for the invitation!]

After clicking send, she looked up and met Song Jingmo's gaze, revealing the first genuine, slightly silly smile of the night.

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PS: This chapter is an extra chapter.

Thank you, Mo Jingxi, for the inspiration capsule and the update reminder charm!

Dr. Song started arguing and fighting, and Er'er also had to coax people.