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

Half an hour later, Song Jingmo reminded him, "It's getting late, go take a shower."

Upon hearing this, Lu Er looked at the person expectantly and said, "I don't want to sleep in the second bedroom alone. It'll be so empty, I'll be scared."

Song Jingmo got up, walked into the second bedroom, and deftly carried the clothes he bought for Lu Er into the master bedroom dressing room.

Next to my clothes, I cleared half the space and hung them up neatly.

Overwhelmed with joy, Lu Er, like a little mouse that had stolen oil, happily rushed into the bathroom to take a shower.

After taking a shower, with her hair still wet, she ran out wearing pajamas printed with an arrogant Luffy pattern.

Water droplets from her hair slid down her neck and into her collar, carrying the fresh scent of a post-shower bath.

Song Jingmo was already waiting with a dry towel.

He pulled the person to sit on the sofa and gently wiped the dripping hair with a towel.

Lu Er tilted her head back, looking at the man's smooth jawline, and muttered softly, "Last time I came back from the airport, my hair was wet, and you just threw me a towel..."

His tone carried a hint of grievance and a touch of resentment.

Song Jingmo's voice was calm and even: "Drying hair is something only boyfriends do."

Meeting Lu Er's eyes, which lit up instantly, he continued, "Back then, I wasn't your boyfriend, so I didn't want to."

"Boyfriend?" Lu Er seized on the key word, excitedly confirming, "You mean you've agreed to be with me? We're dating now?"

"kindness."

Lu Er was a little incredulous: "I've only been pursuing you for one day! Dr. Song, are you that easy to win over? Isn't it too fast? It seems like there's no challenge at all."

Looking at the person's silly expression, a hint of amusement flashed in Song Jingmo's eyes. He reached out and flicked the person's forehead, his tone filled with helpless indulgence: "One day is long enough."

For him, who had waited for six years and endured countless agonizing days and nights, this day was long enough for him to make up his mind not to give up again.

After Song Jingmo finished showering, Lu Er was still in a state of extreme excitement. With her rightful boyfriend lying next to her, how could she possibly fall asleep?

Lu Er, like a hyperactive kitten, rubbed against Song Jingmo, her fingers restlessly poking his abs and touching his Adam's apple.

Finally, he quietly climbed onto Song Jingmo's pajamas, his eyes shining with an astonishing light, filled with some unspoken implication.

"Song Jingmo..." Lu Er's voice was sweet and seductive, with a hint of a hook, "Can we do some things that only boyfriends do now?"

Song Jingmo's breath hitched. He grabbed the hand that was stirring up trouble everywhere, and said in a hoarse voice, "Stop fooling around. We have to catch a flight tomorrow."

"It's precisely because we're leaving tomorrow that we should cherish the present moment even more."

Lu Er muttered, then leaned in defiantly and kissed the other's lips, her kiss both innocent and passionate.

Song Jingmo froze for a moment, then took the initiative and deepened the kiss, their breaths mingling and the atmosphere growing more intimate.

This was a deep kiss imbued with obvious aggression and possessiveness.

Lu Er was so overwhelmed by the kisses that she felt weak in the knees and almost melted into the bed.

Just when he thought he could take it a step further, Song Jingmo grabbed his hand again as he tried to go deeper, intertwined their fingers, pressed them against the pillow, and ended the lingering kiss.

Song Jingmo pressed his forehead against the other's, breathing heavily, his voice hoarse: "Don't move... go to sleep."

Lu Er felt a tickle in her heart from Song Jingmo's extremely restrained demeanor, and immediately felt wronged.

She clung to someone's arm and whimpered, "I can't sleep... The thought of parting tomorrow makes me sad..."

Looking at the man's reddened eyes, Song Jingmo remained silent for a moment before softly asking, "Then... do you want me to go with you?"

Lu Er thought she was hallucinating: "Come to Washington with me? Do you have that much vacation time?"

"Occupational exposure entitles you to 28 days of medical observation leave," Song Jingmo explained calmly. "I only took five days off."

Lu Er was energized: "I'll book the tickets for you right now."

Watching the person spin around like a happy little top, Song Jingmo leaned against the headboard, a gentle smile shimmering in his eyes.

After finally getting the tickets booked, Song Jingmo pulled the still excited little darling back into his arms and forcibly pressed him down: "Go to sleep. If you keep making a fuss, we won't go. Be good."

Lu Er immediately closed her eyes obediently, like a cat whose scruff of the neck was being pinched, and soon fell into a deep sleep in the familiar embrace.

The next morning, when Lu Er opened her eyes, she saw that Song Jingmo was already dressed and had even packed his luggage.

Sunlight streamed through the window, bathing him in a soft golden glow, making Lu Er's heart skip a beat.

The two pulled their suitcases downstairs, where the nanny van was already waiting.

The car door opened, and Lu Er climbed in first, greeting Jiang Qingyan inside with a grin: "Good morning, Brother Yan!"

Jiang Qingyan nearly choked on his breath when he saw the handsome, upright, and distinguished Song Jingmo behind Lu Er. He gritted his teeth and said, "You're going to work, not on your honeymoon!"

Lu Er didn't care, and happily pulled Song Jingmo into the car, feeling so happy she could fly.

At 4 p.m., the group arrived in Washington and checked into a luxurious five-star hotel.

There weren't as many paparazzi and fans abroad, so Lu Er completely let loose. Holding Song Jingmo's hand, she enthusiastically visited tourist attractions and ate delicious food, even buying a bouquet of roses before returning to the hotel.

The next day, Lu Er, along with a group of popular celebrities including Li Xinghua, Gu Jinzhou, Yan Huaijin, and Cong Jinyue, will promote a dinner for a top luxury jewelry brand.

Fearing that Song Jingmo would be bored alone in the hotel, they coaxed and pleaded with him to come to the event as well.

The banquet was a star-studded affair, with toasts and laughter filling the air.

Lu Er wore a light pink suit, which made her skin look even whiter, and she had a noble temperament with a touch of playfulness.

Adorned with priceless jewelry provided by the brand on her neck and wrists, the pieces shimmered brilliantly under the lights. They complemented her perfectly, as if she were born to be surrounded by such opulent adornments.

Lu Er chatted and laughed with several members with ease, and the wealthy women were so pleased that they immediately ordered several sets of high-end jewelry.

With her aloof and outstanding temperament, Song Jingmo attracted a lot of attention even when she was quietly staying in a corner.

Upon seeing this, Cong Jinyue picked up his wine glass and walked over, a slightly mocking smile playing on his lips: "I wonder how much your monthly salary is?"

As she spoke, her gaze swept towards the radiant Lu Er in the distance, "Is it enough to buy that Starry Sea set he's wearing, worth three hundred million?"