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

Lu Er felt like she had been abandoned on a deserted island, anxiously dialing Song Jingmo's number.

Finally, late at night, the call connected, and Song Jingmo's extremely tired voice came through the receiver: "What's up?"

"You finally answered the phone! Where are you?" Lu Er asked eagerly, wanting to pour out all the things she wanted to say.

However, Song Jingmo interrupted, "I'm too tired. Let's talk about it tomorrow. I want to sleep."

The weariness in her voice didn't seem feigned. Lu Er's words were cut off, leaving only heartache and reluctance.

She bit her lip, and despite her reluctance, she could only soften her voice and say, "Then you rest first, I won't bother you anymore."

The call ended, and Lu Er held her phone, feeling empty and inexplicably uneasy.

From then on, Song Jingmo's replies went from being repeated every time to not replying at all.

No matter how Lu Er shares her daily life, expresses concern, or even questions her with a bit of temper, it's like throwing a stone into the sea, receiving no response whatsoever.

She tried calling, but the call never went through, and a panicked thought gripped Lu Er's mind.

Did Song Jingmo succeed in finding a partner at the social event, and that's why she's using this passive-aggressive approach to try and disappear from his life?

The next day, Lu Er went straight to the hospital.

However, they were told that Song Jingmo was not there and had gone on vacation.

When asked where she had gone and when she would return, even Leng Keyan shook her head and said she didn't know.

This feeling of being unable to grasp, touch, or be completely isolated was driving Lu Er almost crazy.

Even when she went to ask Qu Suiwan without any regard for the consequences, she only received a vague answer like "Jingmo has been a little tired lately."

On the fifth day, Leng Keyan sent a message: "Uncle, Teacher Song came to work today!"

Lu Er immediately registered and sat on a chair outside the consultation room, listening to the calls of numbers inside, her heart pounding like a drum.

Finally, it was my turn. I took a deep breath, pushed open the door, and went inside.

Song Jingmo, dressed in a clean white lab coat, looked down at the computer screen. His profile was still perfect, but there were obvious dark circles under his eyes.

He exuded an undeniable weariness, and asked routinely, "Where do you feel unwell?"

Seeing her like this, Lu Er felt a pang of sadness and bitterness in her heart. She took off her mask and sunglasses, revealing a stunning yet aggrieved face.

Her voice was muffled: "Dr. Song, my heart hurts. Can you treat it for me?"

Song Jingmo paused for a moment while typing, and finally looked up at Lu Er.

His gaze was as calm as a bottomless pool of cold water, without the slightest ripple, and without any of the emotions Lu Er expected.

His tone was indifferent, even carrying a hint of barely perceptible impatience: "If you have heart pain, go to the cardiac surgery department. I can't treat patients here. Don't waste other patients' time."

After saying that, he pressed the call button and, expressionless, faced the door, saying, "Next."

The cold, dismissal order felt like a bucket of ice water being poured over my head.

Lu Er stood frozen in place, looking at Song Jingmo's aloof profile, her nose tingled, and she almost burst into tears on the spot.

She bit her lip hard, and before the next patient could enter, she hurriedly put her mask and sunglasses back on and fled the examination room as if escaping.

Lu Er waited like a thief at the end of the corridor outside the doctor's office for Song Jingmo to get off work.

Finally, Song Jingmo and several doctors came out together.

Just as Lu Er was about to step forward, she saw a handsome male doctor smiling and greeting her, carrying an exquisite insulated bag in his hand.

"Dr. Song, you haven't had lunch yet, have you? I made some bento boxes myself, they taste pretty good, would you like to try some?"

The male doctor spoke in a warm tone, with obvious flattery, as he handed the insulated bag to Song Jingmo.

What made Lu Er's heart stop was that Song Jingmo did not refuse.

She even wore a very faint, almost polite smile, but to Lu Er, it was incredibly irritating.

The two even exchanged a few words while standing, and the male doctor had a bright smile on his face.

Lu Er stood in the corner, feeling her blood run cold.

It turns out that Song Jingmo wasn't indifferent to everyone; he just stopped treating her specially.

Just then, another nurse jogged over, holding a cup of coffee, and blushed as she handed it to Song Jingmo: "Dr. Song, please have some coffee!"

Song Jingmo accepted it politely and thanked him.

Lu Er couldn't bear to watch any longer and practically ran away from the hospital.

He couldn't stand Song Jingmo showing even the slightest bit of gentleness to others, and he couldn't stand feeling like a complete outsider.

Jealousy, resentment, panic, unwillingness to accept defeat...

All sorts of emotions are amplified at night, mixed with alcohol, giving rise to a do-or-die courage.

Late at night, Lu Er arrived at Song Jingmo's doorstep.

She pounded on the door, her voice trembling with tears, and cried out, "Song Jingmo! Open the door!"

The door opened.

Song Jingmo was wearing pajamas, his face showing impatience and fatigue at being disturbed.

Looking at the person outside the door with red eyes and reeking of alcohol, he frowned.

"Song Jingmo..." Lu Er's tears welled up. She stepped forward, grabbed his hand, and choked out, "Let's go back to how things were before, okay?"

"You'll still pay attention to me, you'll still care about me. Don't abandon me, you still like me, right?"

Song Jingmo's eyes flickered violently as he looked at the person's humble and pleading appearance, but were ultimately covered by a layer of ice.

She abruptly raised her hand and shoved the person away, her voice icy: "If you don't like it, don't bother me. What exactly do you want by going back and forth like this?"

Lu Er stumbled from the push, tears streaming down her face as she screamed in protest, "I don't dislike you! I like you! Song Jingmo, I like you!"

Song Jingmo's body stiffened visibly, and he took a step forward, his powerful aura enveloping Lu Er.

His voice was deep and dangerous: "You like me? Do you know what kind of liking I want?"

Lu Er's heart pounded, and through her teary eyes, she looked at the person, sobbing, "It's the same kind of liking as those doctors and nurses who confessed to you."

He wanted to be with him, like lovers.

Song Jingmo fell silent, looked at Lu Er for a long time, and asked, "Are you still absolutely straight?"

Lu Er eagerly expressed his feelings: "I'm not straight anymore, I haven't been straight for a long time! I deleted that Weibo post where I said I was straight a few months ago."

Song Jingmo looked at the person's red eyes, tear-streaked face, and eyes brimming with sincerity and fear of loss.

After a long while, the storm in my eyes gradually subsided. In its place came a deeper, heavier weariness that almost overwhelmed me.

She raised her hand and wiped away the tears on the person's face. The action wasn't exactly gentle, but it made Lu Er's heart tremble.

"Don't cry," Song Jingmo's voice was terribly hoarse. He released her hand, creating distance between them. "You should go back first."