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

Ever since their reunion at the hospital, Lu Er has felt uneasy.

Bai Zhi was very worried and asked several times if they should make an appointment to see a doctor.

In the recording studio, they are recording a new song, "Moonlight and Dust".

As soon as the intro started, when she sang "You are the moonlight on the porcelain, I am the fireworks of the world, the infatuation of looking up," Lu Er's throat felt like it was blocked by something.

The teleprompter in front of me automatically switched to the year I was in my senior year of high school.

He was like a silly dog ​​chasing the moon.

In order to attend the same university as Song Jingmo, he stayed up all night every day to cram for exams, becoming a "severe sleep deprivation sufferer".

His family members took turns persuading him to study management, even though his grades weren't that high, so he could inherit the family business in the future.

He absolutely refused to listen to advice and insisted on studying clinical medicine.

Looking back now, I realize how impetuous I was back then.

She felt that as long as she worked hard enough, she could narrow the gap between herself and Song Jingmo.

Little did they know that the gap between geniuses and ordinary people is like the Milky Way, not something that can be easily crossed.

Song Jingmo finished high school in one year and was directly admitted to University A. He, on the other hand, worked hard for three years and barely managed to get into University A later.

He spent day and night in the library, forcing himself to study thick textbooks, and worked himself to the bone to finally get his diploma.

At that time, Song Jingmo had already graduated with a doctorate and was receiving offers from major well-known hospitals.

With his poor grades, he definitely wouldn't be able to get into those hospitals.

Song Jingmo's small step is something he will need years to catch up with, and even then, he won't be able to.

"I walked towards the light, treading over a thousand waves."

"You are the moonlight on the snow, I am the candlelight on earth, gazing at the heavens."

"If we meet again, I will burn away half a lifetime's obsessions, and I am willing to keep the night burning, waiting for just one chance encounter."

As the melody flowed, Lu Er's voice unconsciously choked with emotion.

He was able to finish high school smoothly thanks to Song Jingmo's tutoring.

In his ear, it seemed to be Song Jingmo explaining the physics problem that he couldn't understand no matter what he did, in a cold voice.

It's as if I can smell the cool, minty scent of that summer air again.

With her eyes closed, she poured all her regrets, grievances, and unspoken longings into her song.

When the song ended, the recording studio was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The producer clapped his hands excitedly: "One take! You were amazing today! The emotion was so powerful, I almost cried!"

Agent Jiang Qingyan's eyes probing: "Tell me the truth, have you suffered a setback in your love life?"

Lu Er: "..."

"You sang this song with such emotion; if I didn't know you were single, I would have really thought you had broken up with your boyfriend."

Lu Er felt a pang in her heart at the teasing, and her eyes flickered.

He forced a dry laugh: "I just remembered a friend."

Jiang Qingyan said thoughtfully, "Oh, an old friend."

When Lu Er got home that evening, she collapsed on the sofa and was bombarded with WeChat voice messages from Leng Keyan.

First, she tearfully complained that Song Jingmo was a "human iceberg".

If the same mistake is made a second time, that look can freeze him instantly, the pressure is so great it can make him go bald.

Finally, he gossiped, "Uncle, Teacher Song asked about Sister Baizhi today. Do you think he has feelings for her?"

"Sister Bai Zhi is so beautiful, it's normal to fall in love at first sight."

Does Song Jingmo like angelica?

What kind of taste is that...?

Lu Er was annoyed and replied to the message in a fierce tone, bombarding her with messages:

[Stop playing the victim, brat.]

[Dr. Song's high standards and strict requirements for you show he has high hopes for you. Don't bite the hand that feeds you; you don't appreciate a good deed.]

Stop exaggerating and trying to fool me. Do you think your uncle is so easily fooled?

[Back then, I would get a question wrong five or six times, but Song Jingmo never even frowned; he was gentle and patient.]

You've got a great teacher, you should be grateful. Study hard and don't be ungrateful.

Leng Keyan on the other end of the phone fell into deep thought.

Is my uncle referring to Teacher Song, the one in the department with an imposing aura and a killer gaze?

A month later.

Lu Er had just applied a luxurious face mask when her phone rang like a death knell.

Leng Keyan slurred, "Uncle... I've had too much to drink..."

Lu Er's brows furrowed deeply: "You've got some nerve! Who taught you to go to bars in the middle of the night?"

"Stay put, I'll have Bai Zhi come pick you up."

Leng Keyan slurred, "Teacher Song was here. It was a department team-building event, and we all drank too much."

Is Song Jingmo here too?

Remembering that Song Jingmo liked Bai Zhi, Lu Er jumped off the sofa and rushed to the bathroom: "Send location."

While cursing herself, "Lu Er, you're so shameless," she changed her clothes as quickly as possible.

He grabbed his car keys and rushed to the garage without even putting on a mask.

We sped all the way to the private restaurant, only to find that most of the people had already left.

Lu Er spotted Leng Keyan lying unconscious on the table at a glance.

And sitting next to him, Song Jingmo, with one hand supporting his forehead, his eyes lowered, and his cheeks flushed an unnatural red.

He looks quite drunk.

Lu Er's heart felt as if something had gently squeezed it.

He walked over, slapped Leng Keyan awake with a gruff slap, and shoved her into the back seat of the car.

As he closed the car door and left, he glanced back at Song Jingmo, who was sitting alone in the courtyard.

That desolate profile inexplicably stirred a pang of heartache in him.

Recalling Song Jingmo's indifference and coldness in the hospital, Lu Er gritted her teeth and thought: It's better not to meddle in other people's business.

The waiter approached Song Jingmo and said, "Sir, are you having a friend pick you up? Our shop is about to close."

Song Jingmo looked at Lu Er, who had opened the car door.

Their eyes met, and time seemed to freeze.

In a daze, Lu Er recalled that when he was in college, he would get drunk with his roommates after every exam.

No matter how late or how busy he was, Song Jingmo would always come to pick him up and take him home without complaint.

And he, just like Song Jingmo tonight, sat there obediently waiting.

Before that incident, Song Jingmo treated him extremely well.

He couldn't easily negate the other person's many years of hard work just because of one bad thing.

Lu Er walked up to Song Jingmo. As she got closer, she could smell the crisp scent of alcohol emanating from him, mixed with that familiar cedar fragrance.

"Song Jingmo?"

Lu Er called out softly, her voice gentle without her even realizing it.

Song Jingmo slowly raised his head, his usually cool eyes now misty with tears.

His eyes were somewhat unfocused. He looked at Lu Er for several seconds, then nodded very slowly.

When drunk, Song Jingmo shed all his coldness and appeared obedient and docile.

Lu Er's heart softened completely, and she inexplicably lowered her voice, asking, "Do you want to come home with me?"

I thought Song Jingmo would refuse, or simply not react at all.

Unexpectedly, Song Jingmo nodded again.

He even gave a soft "hmm," his voice low and husky, with a slight nasal tone.

That single "hmm" completely shattered Lu Er's rationality.

They carefully helped Song Jingmo up. His steps were a little unsteady, but he was very cooperative.

She leaned against him quietly, letting him half-help and half-carry her into the passenger seat.

Throughout the journey, Song Jingmo remained quiet, leaning his head against the car window.

His right hand, with its distinct knuckles, rested lazily on his forehead. Perhaps because it was so fair, Lu Er could clearly see the veins and bulges on the back of his hand.

It must be said that Song Jingmo's hands are very beautiful.

While waiting at the red light, Lu Er couldn't help but steal another glance. Song Jingmo's long eyelashes trembled slightly; he wasn't completely asleep.

villa.

Lu Er asked Bai Zhi to take Leng Keyan to the second floor.

He then helped Song Jingmo to sit down on the sofa and wanted to pour him a glass of water.

As soon as I turned around, my wrist was grabbed by a burning hot hand.

Lu Er turned around and met Song Jingmo's hazy yet unusually focused gaze.

The drunk Song Jingmo stared straight at him, his thin lips slightly parted, his words somewhat slurred:

"It's been six years, why haven't you contacted me even once?"

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PS: Single-player mode is so painful!

Babies, please interact with me more!

It's a sweet little story!

I used existing lyrics out of laziness before, and some people said it would infringe on copyright. The young author didn't understand, so I just wrote some random lyrics myself.

Please forgive me if my writing is not good.