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

Seeing the undisguised weariness and aloofness on Song Jingmo's face, Lu Er was almost overwhelmed by immense disappointment and grievance.

Lu Er didn't leave. Instead, fueled by alcohol, she leaned forward softly, almost falling into Song Jingmo's arms.

Her voice was thick with a nasal tone and a deliberately coquettish tone as she whined, "My head is so dizzy... I can't walk anymore..."

Song Jingmo subconsciously reached out to support the person, but when he met those wet, pitiful eyes, he couldn't bring himself to be cruel.

He sighed and said, "I'll stay here tonight."

Lu Er was overjoyed. She tried to suppress the urge to smile, nodded obediently, and followed Song Jingmo into the house.

As soon as I entered the house, I took a nice hot shower. I changed into cotton pajamas with SpongeBob SquarePants printed on them and snuggled into the soft blankets.

Perhaps because of the alcohol and the emotional ups and downs, he felt thirsty after lying down for a while, so he went to the living room to get some water.

Only one dim wall lamp was on in the living room.

Song Jingmo was standing next to the water dispenser, holding a glass in his hand, and drinking water with his head tilted back.

The dim light outlined his smooth jawline and slightly bobbing Adam's apple, giving him a restrained yet sexy look.

Lu Er was somewhat lost in thought when she reached for the cup that Song Jingmo had just put down, mumbling, "I'm thirsty too..."

Before his fingers even touched the glass, Song Jingmo snatched it away. The glass wobbled, and the water inside nearly spilled.

Lu Er's hand froze in mid-air, stunned.

Song Jingmo silently picked up another clean cup, filled it with warm water, and handed it to him in a low voice: "From now on, don't share things with me."

Lu Er took the water glass, her fingertips were icy cold, and the joy she felt from staying overnight was instantly shattered by those words.

Holding the cup, she looked up, her eyes slightly red, filled with grievance and confusion: "Why?"

"Did you meet someone you like at the social gathering? Is that why you want to distance yourself from me, even refusing to share cups anymore?"

Lu Er's voice grew softer and softer, trembling almost imperceptibly.

Song Jingmo's Adam's apple bobbed, and he looked away: "No, don't overthink it."

"I won't think about anything," Lu Er said, pushing her luck. "Then let me sleep with you. I promise I'll be good and go to sleep."

Song Jingmo turned around, and the person in front of him had beautiful, moist eyes filled with expectation, like a kitten begging its owner to take it in.

"I don't want to sleep alone." Lu Er grabbed Song Jingmo's sleeve, looking at him with pleading eyes like a small animal afraid of being abandoned. "I'm scared."

Song Jingmo looked down at the hand gripping his sleeve; the fingers were slender, and the knuckles were white from the force.

Finally, she sighed, turned, and walked towards the master bedroom, leaving with a curt "Whatever."

Lu Er immediately followed like a little tail, climbed onto the excessively wide bed, and occupied a small spot on the side.

In the darkness, the two lay side by side, with enough space between them for another person to sleep.

Lu Er could clearly feel Song Jingmo's warmth and shallow breathing, and couldn't help but ask softly, "Do you still like me?"

From the darkness came Song Jingmo's deep and clear response, without hesitation: "I like it."

Lu Er was so excited she almost jumped up, and quickly pressed her advantage, her voice filled with joy and anticipation: "Then let's be together, okay? Like, in a relationship!"

This time, he was met with a long silence. The darkness seemed to have gained weight, making it almost impossible for Lu Er to breathe.

Just when he was about to be driven crazy by the silence, Song Jingmo finally spoke, his voice hoarse and heavy in an indescribable way: "We'll talk about it later."

Lu Er's enthusiasm was suddenly dampened.

Just a while ago, Song Jingmo was pressing him relentlessly, even making sarcastic remarks out of jealousy.

Why is it that now that he's taken the initiative and confessed his feelings, Song Jingmo is backing down?

Lu Er asked tentatively in a soft voice, "Do you think that I'm just playing with your feelings again this time?"

Because of his past misdeeds, when he finally gave his heart, people were hesitant to trust him.

Song Jingmo closed his eyes, his thick eyelashes casting a small shadow under his eyes.

After a long while, she let out a barely perceptible, very soft nasal sound: "Mmm."

That "hmm" sounded like confirmation, yet also like an accusation tinged with endless bitterness.

Lu Er felt a pang of heartache, as if her heart had been ripped out.

It turns out that her previous aloof and hypocritical behavior had caused Song Jingmo such a great sense of insecurity.

Lu Er explained urgently, her tone more sincere than ever before: "I never intended to toy with your feelings. I truly want to be with you, forever."

Then she poured out her heart: "I've thought it all through. Even if my mom finds out and kicks me out of the Lu family, I'm not afraid."

"Anyway, I have a lot of money now, enough to support myself and you. If you don't want to be bothered by paparazzi, I can leave the entertainment industry, as long as you don't abandon me."

This was the heaviest promise he could ever think of.

For Song Jingmo, he was willing to give up the fame, fortune, and glory that he once relied on for survival and that brought him a sense of security.

After hearing these words, Song Jingmo slowly turned around. His warm, large hand gently covered the top of the person's head and ruffled it.

"Don't overthink it." The voice was low and hoarse, carrying a suppressed emotion. "Go to sleep, it's late."

Sensing Song Jingmo's softened attitude, Lu Er, with a touch of naivety and tentativeness, leaned forward and gently pecked Song Jingmo's lips.

Like a butterfly skimming the water, they part as soon as they touch.

However, the expected response did not come. Song Jingmo neither pushed her away nor took any further steps.

She lay there quietly, and after being kissed, she turned her head almost imperceptibly to avoid any further contact.

His voice remained low and deliberately calm: "Go to sleep."

Lu Er's burning passion seemed to be covered by tiny ice shards, leaving her feeling a dull sense of loss.

But they dared not push their luck any further, for fear of angering this person who had finally softened up a bit.

She let out a soft "hmm," as if seeking comfort, and stretched out her hands to tightly wrap around Song Jingmo's waist.

Perhaps Song Jingmo needs more time.

Perhaps it's because he did something terribly in the past.

It's okay, he can wait.

The air was filled with Song Jingmo's crisp cedar scent, and Lu Er's tense nerves finally relaxed, and she quickly fell into a deep sleep.

Feeling the warmth and complete dependence of the person in his arms, Song Jingmo wanted to raise his arm several times.

In the end, it simply drooped helplessly, turning into a silent sigh.