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

The morning sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, gently illuminating the floor.

When Lu Er woke up, the spot next to her was already empty, but the crisp, snowy scent of Song Jingmo still lingered in the bedding.

I rubbed my eyes and saw a note on the bedside table: "Breakfast is keeping warm in the dining room."

Lu Er stretched happily, jumped out of bed, hummed a song as she went to wash up, and felt that the air smelled especially sweet.

On the table was warm milk and a tempting-looking sandwich.

While eating, Lu Er couldn't wait to pick up her phone and start bothering Song Jingmo.

[Lu Er]: I'm awake! Breakfast was delicious! [Image]

[Lu Er]: This milk is so delicious, it has a strong milky flavor. What brand is it?

[Lu Er]: Are you busy today? Do you have many surgeries?

【Lu Er】：[Cat peeking out.jpg]

Messages kept being sent out. If she weren't afraid of disturbing people at work, Lu Er would have loved to make a video call to see Song Jingmo working diligently in his white coat.

After finishing breakfast, Song Jingmo's phone remained silent; he did not reply.

Lu Er was not discouraged. To pass the time, she nestled in the soft sofa in the living room, preparing to go to the canyon for a few rounds of battle.

However, among the teammates matched with her was a couple whose IDs were so lovey-dovey. They were inseparable in the game, interacting in various ways and occasionally sending each other exclusive emojis to show their affection.

Looking at the two characters stuck together on the screen, Lu Er felt a strange mix of sourness and itch in her heart.

The game ended, and I exited the app. I opened a food delivery app and ordered a bouquet of 99 red roses.

Around noon, at the orthopedic ward nurses' station.

When a food delivery driver appeared carrying a large bouquet of vibrant, fiery red roses, he instantly attracted everyone's attention.

Seeing this scene, the head nurse chuckled and teased Song Jingmo, "Since you joined us, the standard of living in our department has improved several notches!"

"In the past, we only displayed artificial flowers to make it look festive, but now it's much better. We have a supply of fresh real flowers every day, and today's bouquet is especially impressive."

Song Jingmo looked at the overly flamboyant bouquet of red roses with undisguised disdain on his face and said in a cold tone, "Please take it away quickly, I'm allergic to pollen."

The head nurse was already used to Song Jingmo's indifferent attitude towards his suitors, and she happily accepted the heavy bouquet of flowers.

Muttering to myself, "Oh dear, what a waste! If someone sent me such a huge bouquet of red roses, I'd post a nine-grid photo collage on my WeChat Moments and brag about it for three days straight!"

Song Jingmo ignored them and walked straight back to his office. Taking off his white coat and picking up his phone, he finally saw the series of messages Lu Er had sent.

I chose one of the replies to "Can we have lunch together?": "Busy, I have surgery this afternoon."

The message had barely been sent when Lu Er's replies flooded in.

[Lu Er]: You replied to my message! [spinning.jpg]

[Lu Er]: Remember to eat even when you're busy!

[Lu Er]: Oh, by the way, I ordered flowers for you. Red roses, do you like them?

[Lu Er]: If you don't like red roses, tell me what flower you like. White roses? Champagne roses? Or sunflowers?

Did Lu Er give you the flowers?

Song Jingmo stared at the words "red rose" on the screen for a moment, then suddenly stood up and walked quickly toward the nurses' station.

The head nurse had just unwrapped the packaging paper and was taking out a few of the most beautiful roses, preparing to trim them and put them in a vase, when she saw Song Jingmo return.

"Head Nurse, flowers." Song Jingmo held out her hand, her tone carrying a hint of barely perceptible urgency.

The head nurse was taken aback: "Aren't you allergic to pollen?"

Song Jingmo didn't explain, but simply gathered the scattered flower branches back together, his voice low: "I'm sorry, I can't give you these flowers."

After saying that, as if afraid that the head nurse would ask something else, she hugged the bouquet of extremely passionate red roses that were completely out of place with her cool and aloof temperament and quickly left the nurses' station.

The head nurse was surprised by Song Jingmo's contradictory behavior, then seemed to understand something, and a knowing yet mischievous smile appeared on her face.

She deliberately drew out her words as she gossiped with her girlfriends: "So it wasn't a pollen allergy, it was the person who sent the flowers who was in the wrong place? Look how nervous you are."

After sending a series of messages, Lu Er held her phone and waited for a long time, only to find that Song Jingmo was not replying.

Was it because I was too clingy and sent too many messages that Song Jingmo found it annoying and didn't want to talk to me anymore?

Lu Er exited the chat interface and started browsing the news out of boredom, trying to distract herself.

A news notification popped up.

"Follow-up to the Yancheng Port Tunnel accident: Several injured are in stable condition; several medical staff suffered occupational exposure during treatment; the hospital has activated its emergency response plan..."

Occupational exposure?

Lu Er trembled as she opened the news.

Considering Song Jingmo's unusual exhaustion, his words "Don't share things with me anymore," and his sudden distancing and rejection of intimacy...

All the fragmented clues were connected at this moment, pointing to a possibility that caused Lu Er's heart to stop.

Almost immediately, she picked up her phone and dialed Leng Keyan's number, her voice trembling without her even realizing it: "I need to ask you something urgent at the coffee shop next to your hospital."

Cafe.

As soon as the waiter left, Lu Er grabbed Leng Keyan's wrist and stared intently at her.

His voice was low, filled with urgency and panic: "Tell me honestly, is Song Jingmo involved in the occupational exposure incidents mentioned in the news?"

Looking at her uncle's pale face and red eyes, Leng Keyan opened her mouth, wanting to keep it a secret as Teacher Song had instructed.

But under Lu Er's almost broken gaze, she finally couldn't lie and nodded with difficulty.

Her voice choked with emotion: "Teacher Song and Dr. Yin... they did it to protect me..."

Leng Keyan recounted the harrowing scene in the operating room and Song Jingmo's stern instructions not to tell Lu Er.

After saying that, she raised her reddened eyes and added, "Uncle, Teacher Song protected me not only because she was my mentor, but also because of you."

Because he is Lu Er's nephew.

Therefore, out of love for the house, Song Jingmo instinctively shielded him with his own body at the critical moment of life and death.

At this moment, all the doubts were answered.

Why the coldness? Why the refusal of physical intimacy? Why the refusal to accept even when you say you like someone...?

It wasn't because she disliked him anymore, but because Song Jingmo might be facing significant health risks. Not wanting to burden him, she awkwardly pushed him away.

Lu Er sat there blankly, her mind a complete blank.

Leng Keyan asked cautiously, "Uncle, will you leave Teacher Song because of this?"

Lu Er glanced at the person and asked, "You'll give up on Yin Siyao?"

"Of course not," Leng Keyan said without hesitation. "Medicine is advancing, and as long as we take proper precautions, it won't affect our normal lives."

He glanced at Lu Er as he spoke, "If you're looking for thrills, I'm afraid that's not an option."

"You're thinking quite far ahead, aren't you? You've got a taste for it now?" Lu Er said, somewhat annoyed. "You're really good at doing big things quietly."

It was only a few months before we were able to enjoy it.

Leng Keyan shrank her neck: "It's just a fantasy."

Lu Er felt much better: "Fantasy is just fantasy after all. Experience is the best teacher. You won't understand that feeling unless you've experienced it yourself."

"Uncle... has he finally gotten his hands on it?"

Lu Er said frankly, "I ate it six years ago."