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

The plane climbed smoothly into the clouds, and outside the window was a blinding white light and an endless sea of ​​clouds.

Lu Er had gone to bed late last night and woke up early this morning, so she was overcome with drowsiness. She yawned, and her eyelids started to droop.

Before long, her head began to nod and eventually tilted uncontrollably to the side, resting on Song Jingmo's shoulder.

Song Jingmo was reading a medical magazine when he felt a weight on his shoulder and his body stiffened for a moment.

Looking to the side, Lu Er was already fast asleep, completely unsuspecting.

Her thick eyelashes, like two small fans, cast a faint shadow under her eyelids, and her breathing was even and long.

Song Jingmo pursed his lips and adjusted his posture to make it more comfortable for the other person to lean on.

Then I continued to flip through the magazine in my hand, but this time I turned the pages much more slowly.

Gu Jinzhou, who was sitting in the back row and had witnessed the whole scene, nudged Yan Huaijin, who was resting with his eyes closed, with his elbow.

Lowering his voice, with a hint of excitement that seemed to thrive on chaos, he said, "Hey, Mr. Yan, stop pretending to be asleep."

"See that? Their attack is much fiercer than yours."

Yan Huaijin opened his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the two figures huddled together in the front row. His eyes darkened, but he remained silent.

Gu Jinzhou continued to fan the flames: "That Dr. Song appears to be a cold and aloof saint, but in reality, he's very competitive and unwilling to suffer any loss."

"I was just scrambling to switch seats, and now this little deer is practically sleeping in my lap. If you're going to be a gentleman, this little deer will be snatched back to its den and gnawed clean, leaving not even bones behind."

Yan Huaijin's gaze was complex and unreadable, and she did not respond to Gu Jinzhou.

She simply closed her eyes again, her hands on the armrest tightening slightly.

Around noon, the flight attendants began distributing lunch.

The elegant plate contains a fragrant steak, accompanied by pasta and vegetables, and a small glass of red wine.

Song Jingmo put down his tablet and gently nudged Lu Er, who was still fast asleep: "Wake up, eat something before you sleep."

Lu Er was sleeping soundly when she was woken up. She frowned and didn't even bother to open her eyes.

She murmured and snuggled into Song Jingmo's neck, her voice heavy with sleepiness and a hint of spoiled dissatisfaction: "Ugh... I don't want to eat... I'm sleepy..."

"No, you have to eat some."

Song Jingmo's tone was calm but firm, and he patted the person's cheek, "Sleeping on an empty stomach is bad for your stomach."

Gu Jinzhou couldn't stay silent any longer: "I thought the reason I didn't smoke was because you, Teacher Yan, were so strict. Turns out, the one who's really in charge is right here!"

He clicked his tongue twice more, continuing to fan the flames, "Lu Dingliu, you're really in a sorry state, aren't you?"

"I'm already twenty-six years old, and I don't even have the freedom to smoke or eat. Sigh, life is truly miserable!"

These words were clearly meant for Yan Huaijin and Lu Er to hear, and sure enough, Yan Huaijin's expression darkened.

Gu Jinzhou looked at Lu Er, who looked unwilling and had been forcibly woken up by Song Jingmo, and encouraged her, "Lu Er, how about we switch seats?"

"Come over here. Actor Yan is gentle and kind, with a good temper; he's definitely not going to be a dictator. There are still five or six hours left, why make yourself suffer?"

Lu Er was awakened by the noise and groggily raised her head, only to meet Song Jingmo's calm but obviously aloof profile.

Suddenly I remembered what Qu Suiwan said: Song Jingmo had depression before and his emotions could not be stimulated too much.

My heart tightened, and the impatience and rebellious feeling of being woken up were instantly replaced by worry.

She carefully tugged at Song Jingmo's sleeve, her voice still hoarse from just waking up.

She coaxed softly, "I'll eat, please don't be angry, okay?"

Gu Jinzhou looked at Lu Er's timid and obedient, even somewhat ingratiating, demeanor, which was completely different from her fierce and aggressive manner when she confronted him.

Enraged, he couldn't help but curse, "Useless! You've given up on yourself!"

Lu Er pretended not to hear, picked up her knife and fork, and poked at the steak and vegetables on her plate. She looked like she had no taste and could hardly swallow.

He turned his head, picked up a piece of broccoli with his fork, looked at it for a long time, and then put it down. He then poked at a cherry tomato on the side, but just wouldn't put it in his mouth properly.

Seeing the person's passive resistance, Song Jingmo frowned even more deeply.

Seeing that the steak was almost stabbed into a sieve, I couldn't stand it anymore and put down my knife and fork.

He reached out and took Lu Er's fork, picked up a piece of cut steak, and held it to her mouth, saying simply, "Eat."

Lu Er stared blankly at the food being offered to her mouth.

She instinctively turned her head away and whispered in protest, "I don't want to eat this."

Song Jingmo paused, his eyes darkening. He then picked up another bok choy from the side and handed it over again.

Lu Er frowned immediately upon seeing that it was bok choy: "No, I hate eating bok choy the most."

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt the air pressure around him suddenly drop even lower.

Song Jingmo put down his fork, gave a cold laugh, and his eyes blazed with long-suppressed anger: "Didn't you have a very enjoyable lunch yesterday?"

"Why aren't you eating anymore? Is it because I'm the one feeding you, not Yan Huaijin, that's why you don't want to eat?"

Song Jingmo's voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear.

Like a child throwing a tantrum, with sharp dissatisfaction, she said, "Should I go and call him over to feed you now?"

Lu Er was stunned by this sudden accusation, feeling bewildered and aggrieved: "I don't even know what I ate yesterday..."

She continued to argue in a low voice, "You were so fierce yesterday, I was so scared I almost lost my soul, I didn't care what I ate."

Song Jingmo looked at the man's reddened eyes, but his anger hadn't subsided.

Instead, it intensified, and I was gripped by an inexplicable sense of irritability and frustration.

She put down her fork, her tone icy: "My attitude was bad, and I'm not as gentle and considerate as Actor Yan. I don't know how to take care of people."

"If you can't stand it, you can say so. You don't have to force yourself to compromise."

Upon hearing Song Jingmo's words, Lu Er panicked even more. Forget about the occasion and saving face, she quickly reached out and grabbed the man's wrist.

With a clear hint of coquetry, she said, "I didn't give in, I'll eat."

She looked at Song Jingmo expectantly, "I'll eat whatever you feed me, okay?"

She even opened her mouth, looking obedient and waiting to be fed, just hoping that the person in front of her would stop having such a cold face.

Song Jingmo lowered his eyes to look at Lu Er's face, which was so close to his. His beautiful eyes held a hint of flattery and complete dependence.

The nameless fire in my chest felt as if it had been gently brushed away by an invisible hand.

In the end, he picked up the fork again, speared the piece of bok choy, and brought it to the person's mouth.

Lu Er puffed out her cheeks and chewed hard on the bok choy, which she usually hated the most.

To prove that she doesn't discriminate against people, she even forced a flattering smile.

Gu Jinzhou couldn't help but roll his eyes and muttered under his breath, "My God, did you see that? This Dr. Song is really something!"

"Truly a Niohuru from the imperial family, the aroma of tea filling the air. He's a better actor than you, a professional actor; that fool was being sold out and is still happily helping them count the money!"

Yan Huaijin silently watched the awkward coaxing and the seemingly indifferent but actually pleased interaction in the front row, a bitter smile appearing on his lips.

In the end, he said nothing and turned his head to look at the boundless sea of ​​clouds outside the porthole.

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