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

Song Jingmo's office, like him, exudes a minimalist and cold atmosphere.

The walls are white, and the wooden desk and bookshelves are neatly arranged with heavy medical books and journals.

In the corner, there was a small clothes rack with two clean white coats and a simple change of clothes hanging on it.

Lu Er sat on the sofa against the wall and played mobile games for a while. As she played, her eyelids started to droop and her fingers slowed down.

Finally, the phone slipped from his hand, fell sideways onto the soft leather sofa, curled up, and he fell into a deep sleep.

At 5 p.m., Song Jingmo finished her afternoon outpatient clinic.

Pushing open the door, what came into view was Lu Er lying on her side on the sofa, her cheek pressed against the armrest, her lips slightly pouting.

Her long, thick eyelashes, like two small fans, cast soft shadows beneath her eyes. Her breathing was even and deep; she slept soundly, completely unguarded.

The evening sunlight filtered through the gaps in the blinds, casting warm dappled patterns on people.

Song Jingmo walked quietly to the desk and sat down.

After processing several emails, my gaze kept drifting to the quiet figure on the sofa.

After more than ten minutes, he got up, walked to the sofa, and gently nudged the person's shoulder: "Wake up, it's getting dark."

Lu Er opened her eyes groggily and saw Song Jingmo's face so close to hers. She was stunned for a few seconds before she came to her senses.

He rubbed his eyes and sat up. "You're off work?"

"Hmm." Song Jingmo looked at the red marks on the person's cheeks from sleeping, his tone as usual, "Where do you want to eat?"

Lu Er immediately perked up: "I booked a hot pot restaurant. I haven't had it in ages, I really want hot pot!"

Song Jingmo had no objection and nodded.

The two drove there.

It was rush hour, and the mall was packed with people.

Lu Er covered herself up completely, kept her head down, and quickly followed beside Song Jingmo.

However, the top star's popularity still exceeded expectations.

Just as they were about to reach the entrance of the hot pot restaurant, a sharp-eyed young girl called out uncertainly, "Lu Er?"

The sound was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, instantly creating ripples.

"It really is Lu Er!"

"Ahhh! Lu Bao!"

"Honey! Look here!"

The crowd instantly stirred, countless eyes focused on them, and blinding flashes of light blazed out, surrounding the two.

Fans rushed forward excitedly, shouting names and handing over notebooks and pens for autographs.

Lu Er was already used to this situation. While trying to keep smiling, she skillfully reached out to block the camera and protect Song Jingmo.

"Please don't push, be careful..."

Song Jingmo was extremely uncomfortable with the feeling of being pointed at by countless cameras and surrounded by strangers at close range.

He instinctively turned his head to avoid it, radiating a cold aura that kept strangers at bay.

In the chaos, someone shoved her from behind. Lu Er stumbled, cried out in surprise, and fell backward.

The next second, an arm suddenly wrapped around his waist.

Lu Er bumped into a warm and broad chest, her nose instantly filled with the crisp scent of cedarwood emanating from Song Jingmo.

Song Jingmo held the person firmly to his side, isolating them from most of the crowd's force.

"Don't push! Someone has fallen!"

"Ouch!"

The scene was completely out of control, with cries of pain and screams filling the air, and chaos reigned.

Lu Er shouted anxiously, "Everyone, stop pushing! Be careful!"

Fortunately, the mall's security guards reacted quickly, separating the crowd and bringing the situation under control. They immediately sent the injured person to the hospital.

Lu Er and Song Jingmo practically escaped the mall under the escort of security guards.

Back in the car, Lu Er took off her mask and hat, which had been askew from being jostled, her face showing guilt and lingering fear.

"I'm sorry..." Lu Er secretly observed Song Jingmo's expression. "I didn't expect it to turn out like this."

"How about we go somewhere else? I know a Michelin five-star restaurant that's less crowded and quieter, so it shouldn't be too crowded..."

Before he could finish speaking, Song Jingmo had already started the car, his voice devoid of emotion: "Let's get out of here first."

The car merged into the traffic, and silence fell over the passenger compartment.

Lu Er hesitated for a long time, but finally couldn't help asking, "Do you find it tiring or troublesome to eat with me?"

Song Jingmo stared ahead, seemingly deep in thought, and did not answer immediately.

Just when Lu Er thought Song Jingmo wouldn't answer and her heart sank, she heard that clear and calm reply:

"meeting."

Lu Er's heart clenched suddenly, a sharp pain shooting through her.

Song Jingmo calmly analyzed the objective facts: "If we were just ordinary friends, I wouldn't have chosen to dine with you in such a public setting."

"Because I don't want to be photographed, and I don't want my private life to be exposed on camera and become the subject of other people's gossip."

Song Jingmo's words were like a cold knife, precisely dissecting the reality that Lu Er had been deliberately avoiding.

He's a top star, always in the spotlight, destined to never live a carefree life like an ordinary person.

Lu Er lowered her head, her fingers unconsciously fiddling with the seatbelt, her nose feeling a little sore.

At a red light, Song Jingmo stopped the car and looked intently at the dejected figure in the passenger seat.

The dim light inside the carriage outlined Song Jingmo's handsome profile: "But the hormones and dopamine that come with liking someone can counteract the fatigue."

As if confirming something, she clearly uttered the second half of the sentence: "So, I'm willing to have dinner with you."

Lu Er suddenly raised her head and met Song Jingmo's unfathomable eyes.

There was only a calm and earnest atmosphere there.

The overwhelming sweetness washed away the previous sadness, and Lu Er's heart raced and her cheeks burned.

However, what followed the sweetness was a deeper sense of fear and burden.

Song Jingmo's relentless pursuit, his almost desperate love, was like a warm yet impenetrable net, tightly enveloping him.

Remembering Qu Suiwan's instructions and the fear of being abandoned instilled in her by her parents, Lu Er felt like a despicable thief.

While enjoying Song Jingmo's burning love, she hesitated to make a commitment.

Compared to romantic relationships, friendships are more stable, longer-lasting, and provide a greater sense of security.

No one would object to him being friends with Song Jingmo.

His impulsive courage after being provoked last time did not yield a good result, and he finds it hard to have the courage to do it again.

It has to be admitted that he was a coward; after being abandoned once, he dared not take even the smallest step again.

He was really terrified.

Lu Er's silence and the obvious struggle in her eyes were clearly seen by Song Jingmo.

The light in Song Jingmo's eyes gradually dimmed, replaced by a deep sense of helplessness and disappointment.

Turning around, seeing the green light ahead, I restarted the car.

His voice was devoid of emotion, but it was a few degrees colder than before: "I'll take you home."

The carriage fell into a suffocating silence once again, as if playing a low, lingering background melody to widen the distance between the two.

Looking at Song Jingmo's cold and hard profile, Lu Er silently lowered her head, only a deep bitterness spreading in her heart.