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

When Song Jingmo returned home, the motion-sensor light in the entryway turned on, dispelling a small patch of darkness. The psychological impact of occupational exposure far outweighed the physical risks.

As I took off my coat, my phone rang, and Liao Xubai's name appeared on the screen.

Song Jingmo stared at it for a few seconds, and finally answered the call.

"Jingmo, are you alright?"

"I'm fine." Song Jingmo's voice was heavy with exhaustion, revealing no emotion. "Thank you for your concern."

"I can come and keep you company."

"No need," Song Jingmo interrupted, his tone still polite but with a clear sense of distance, "I want to be alone. I'll hang up now."

hospital.

After completing a series of tedious reporting and preliminary medication procedures, Yin Siyao was exhausted and ready to go home.

As soon as I stepped out of the hospital's administrative building, I noticed that Leng Keyan was following closely behind me like a little tail.

"Why are you following me?" Yin Siyao stopped and looked helplessly at Leng Keyan, whose eyes were red. "Go back to your own home."

"No!" Leng Keyan immediately shook her head, her voice still trembling with tears. "Teacher Yin, I want to go to your house to take care of you."

Yin Siyao was almost laughing in anger: "Leng Keyan, it was my profession that was exposed, not you. My mental fortitude isn't that bad, I don't need anyone to take care of me. Go back and get some rest, don't overthink it."

"But I'll be scared to go back alone, and I'll keep having all sorts of wild thoughts."

As Leng Keyan spoke, tears welled up in her eyes again. She grabbed Yin Siyao's arm without hesitation and buried her face in his arm.

Her voice was muffled, filled with dependence and pleading, "Please, let me go back with you. I promise I won't bother you, I'll just watch from the side."

Feeling the warmth and slight trembling from her arm, Yin Siyao froze, her hand, which she wanted to push away, stopped in mid-air.

Her tear-streaked face and pitiful expression made it impossible for him to harden his heart and refuse.

Yin Siyao sighed inwardly, and finally relented helplessly: "Alright, alright, stop crying, what kind of behavior is this? Come with me."

"Really?" Leng Keyan immediately looked up, her tears turning into a smile. Tears still clung to her face, but her eyes lit up. "Thank you, Teacher Yin!"

Seeing how quickly her expression changed, Yin Siyao shook her head helplessly, and the gloom in her heart caused by her professional exposure was somewhat dispelled.

Yin Siyao lives in a not-so-new neighborhood near the hospital. She rents a one-bedroom apartment; it's not large, but it's kept clean and tidy.

Back in her apartment, Yin Siyao felt exhausted and leaned back on the sofa to rest with her eyes closed.

Like a little animal that has found its home, Leng Keyan burrowed into the small kitchen. Before long, the sounds of washing, chopping, stir-frying, and stewing filled the air, along with the aroma of food.

Yin Siyao was somewhat surprised. As she walked to the kitchen door, she saw Leng Keyan wearing an apron and skillfully stir-frying the vegetables in the pan.

"You can cook?"

Leng Keyan is a typical rich second-generation, and should never have to lift a finger.

Leng Keyan turned around: "Yes, I do. I grew up in the countryside with my grandmother, and my father is a genuine farmer."

"The Leng Group has nothing to do with my family. I just call him my uncle according to seniority. When I was a child, I even had to help my grandmother cook."

Yin Siyao was stunned. Leng Keyan's words had eased his previous sense of distance from the "rich second generation" label. Looking at Leng Keyan's back, his eyes softened considerably.

The meal was served—a simple two dishes and a soup—yet it smelled wonderful.

Leng Keyan served Yin Siyao a meal with great care, then sat opposite her, looking at her with bright eyes, as if waiting for praise.

Yin Siyao didn't have much of an appetite. She forced herself to eat a few bites before putting down her chopsticks.

"Teacher Yin, why are you eating so little? Have some more! I cooked this stir-fried bamboo shoots with pork really well!"

Seeing this, Leng Keyan picked up a piece of bamboo shoot and held it to Yin Siyao's lips, her voice soft and coquettish, "Open your mouth, I'll feed you."

Yin Siyao was a little embarrassed by this action and turned her head away, saying, "Stop fooling around, I can do it myself."

Leng Keyan ate happily, quickly finishing her own bowl of rice before reaching out to take Yin Siyao's bowl to her, picking up her chopsticks to eat.

"Wait!" Yin Siyao's expression changed slightly, and he stopped Leng Keyan's actions.

His tone became serious. "Don't eat what I left over. I just had a job exposure. Although theoretically sharing meals doesn't transmit the virus, it's still better to be careful."

He couldn't take any risks, especially not against Leng Keyan.

Leng Keyan stared intently at Yin Siyao: "We didn't even sleep together, we barely exchanged any saliva, how could it be contagious?"

As she spoke, a barely perceptible blush appeared on her face, and her voice lowered, "Unless you want to try it with me now, then... it might be possible."

"..."

Yin Siyao was stunned speechless by these bold and straightforward words. Her ears began to burn uncontrollably, and her heart suddenly started beating erratically.

Leng Keyan glanced at Yin Siyao's slightly reddened ears and evasive eyes, and a triumphant smile curved her lips. She lowered her head and continued eating the leftovers from Yin Siyao's meal.

On this night filled with uncertainty and pressure, having such a vibrant, straightforward, and slightly reckless warm companion by your side doesn't seem so bad.