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

The hotel suite door clicked shut.

Lu Er couldn't wait to throw herself into Song Jingmo's arms, wrapping her arms around his neck, standing on tiptoe, and precisely covering his slightly cool lips with hers.

Song Jingmo was knocked so hard that his back slammed against the cold door, and he instinctively grabbed the person's waist.

The touch on the lips was soft yet urgent, carrying a hint of red wine sweetness and the unique scent of Lu Er.

Song Jingmo quickly took the initiative and deepened the kiss.

From the doorway to the living room, and then to the spacious balcony in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, their footsteps stumbled and their breaths mingled.

In the end, Lu Er was pinned to the sofa. Her fingers unconsciously tightened around the fabric of Song Jingmo's shirt behind her back, and she let out a soft whimper.

"Song Jingmo..."

Lu Er's eyes were flushed with an alluring red, and her voice was soft and sweet, filled with obvious longing, "I want..."

Song Jingmo's eyes were as dark as night, churning with the same desires, but his remaining rationality was like the last dam.

Taking a deep breath, trying to calm his agitated blood, his voice was terribly hoarse: "No."

Lu Er's peach blossom eyes instantly welled up with tears. "Why not? Wasn't your test result negative in the second week?"

As she spoke, she poked Song Jingmo's chest restlessly with her finger, "Theoretically, there shouldn't be any problems. I'm a medical student, don't lie to me."

"Theory is theory." Song Jingmo grabbed the person's hand that was causing trouble. "We need to have follow-up checks in the fourth and eighth weeks."

"The whole process requires continuous observation for six months. The probability is not high, but I can't risk it on you."

Lu Er's pretty face immediately fell, and she started counting on her fingers.

The more she counted, the more frustrated she became: "Six months is too long. I can look at it but not eat it. I'll suffocate."

Undeterred, he continued to fan the flames, his fingers restlessly sliding downwards, muttering to himself, "Even if... well, with proper precautions, it can be avoided..."

As he spoke, he deliberately rubbed his knee against her.

Sensing Song Jingmo's obvious reaction, he took it a step further, twisting his waist and tilting his head back to lick and kiss the man's Adam's apple.

Song Jingmo was almost driven to the brink of losing control by this straightforward request. Looking at the little devil in his arms who was constantly setting his sights on something, he finally sighed helplessly.

As if resigned to his fate, he lowered his head and kissed those lips that kept igniting fire and chattering away as if punishing them.

They separated only when the person beneath him had gone limp and turned into a puddle of spring water, panting.

The calloused fingertips brushed against Lu Er's delicate skin at the waist, causing the person beneath him to tremble slightly.

"Don't move."

Song Jingmo's voice was terribly hoarse, carrying a dangerous restraint that Lu Er had never heard before. "I'll help you."

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Once everything calmed down, Lu Er was so tired that she didn't want to move her fingers. She collapsed on the sofa like a cat whose fur had been stroked.

Although drowsy, he forced himself to raise his aching hand and mumbled, "Reciprocity... I'll help you too..."

However, after all that effort, the results were minimal.

He was exhausted and panting, his hands weak and powerless.

"Song Jingmo... are you made of iron?"

Lu Er let out a wail and buried her face in the sofa in despair.

The two of them wrestled and struggled like kindergarten children for several hours. Until Lu Er couldn't take it anymore and her head slowly sank into Song Jingmo's arms.

Looking at the flushed face of the person in his arms, Song Jingmo felt both amused and heartbroken.

Resignedly, I picked up my little darling, who was fast asleep, and carried him into the bathroom. I carefully cleaned him up, dried him with a towel, and gently tucked him into bed.

Lu Er hummed a few times, rubbed against the pillow, and then fell into an even deeper sleep.

With no work scheduled for the next day, the two of them snuggled up on the sofa in the hotel living room watching an old, worn-out romantic movie.

On screen, the male and female protagonists are passionately kissing in the rain, accompanied by emotional background music.

Lu Er suddenly rubbed her toes against Song Jingmo's calf, "Hey, Song Jingmo."

"Um?"

"Didn't your family want you to go into politics? Why did you choose to study medicine? And the most demanding and arduous field of orthopedics, no less?"

Lu Er turned her head, looking at the person curiously, "Is touching bones more interesting than touching an official seal?"

Song Jingmo turned his gaze from the screen to Lu Er's face.

Extend your left hand, naturally interlock your fingers with someone else's, palms touching, warmth mingling.

"When you were in school, you were either fighting and getting injured, or you broke your leg playing basketball. Every time you went to the hospital, you would grab my clothes and cry loudly, saying that the doctor was too rough."

As she spoke, she stretched out her right hand and traced Lu Er's eyebrows and eyes, her eyes filled with a sense of fatalistic helplessness and doting affection: "At that time, I thought, if only I were a doctor, I definitely wouldn't have hurt you."

Lu Er stared blankly at the person, her heart feeling as if it were being tightly gripped by a warm hand, a mixture of bitterness and fullness.

Song Jingmo made such an important choice in his life because of his youthful recklessness and spoiled nature.

He thought it was just his own chaos and turmoil, but it turns out that long ago, this silent river had also changed its course for him.

"Song Jingmo..." Lu Er's voice was a little hoarse, filled with regret and frustration, "Have we missed a lot of time?"

Song Jingmo turned to the side and pulled the person into his arms, as if soothing a tantrum-throwing child.

He kissed the top of the head, his voice deep and resolute: "It's not too late, now is the best time."

The movie was still showing other people's joys and sorrows when the two of them kissed again without realizing it.

When Lu Er came to her senses, the two of them had already rolled onto the soft sofa again, their clothes disheveled.

Song Jingmo's hands seemed to possess magic, igniting clusters of flames wherever they went.

Lu Er quickly and skillfully soothed the completely defeated enemy.

Although Song Jingmo was breathing heavily and his forehead was beaded with sweat, he remained energetic and showed no sign of backing down.

Seeing this stark contrast, Lu Er's confidence was severely shaken. She slumped onto the sofa, her voice filled with frustration and self-doubt:

"Is there something wrong with me? Why is it always like this...? You haven't... Should I go see a urologist?"

Looking at the person's aggrieved yet earnest expression, Song Jingmo almost couldn't help but burst out laughing.

He suppressed a smile, seriously patted the person's hair, and comforted them, "It's normal. My technique is better, so you're faster."

Lu Er: "..."

Is this considered a consolation?

Why does it sound more like showing off?

Enraged, Lu Er pounced on Song Jingmo and bit him lightly on the collarbone, leaving a shallow tooth mark.

Song Jingmo scooped up the limp person and tidied up their disheveled clothes.

Looking at her own eyes in the mirror, glistening with moisture and brimming with spring-like charm, Lu Er belatedly felt a wave of shame.

"It's all your fault!"

Song Jingmo hugged the person from behind, his eyes filled with undisguised amusement: "Yeah, it's my fault."

As the elevator descended, Lu Er lazily leaned almost all her weight on Song Jingmo. Her peach blossom eyes were glistening with moisture, and the corners of her eyes still bore the faint redness that hadn't completely faded.

The elevator stopped midway, and Yan Huaijin, dressed in a suit and tie, stood outside the door.

Seeing the languid flush on Lu Er's delicate and beautiful face, his eyes dimmed for a moment, but quickly regained their gentleness.

"What a coincidence." Yan Huaijin stepped into the elevator, his tone casual. "I know a good barbecue restaurant nearby, want to go together?"

Song Jingmo pulled the person closer to him, met Yan Huaijin's smiling gaze, and said calmly, "He's tired and needs to replenish his energy. Barbecue is just right."