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

Song Jingmo's question, tinged with the smell of alcohol and a nasal tone, exploded in Lu Er's heart like a depth charge.

Why?

Countless times late at night, he would fill the screen with his writing, like a short essay, and then cowardly delete it all.

He fears.

I'm afraid that after sending it out, all I'll see is a cold, red exclamation mark.

He was even more afraid that Song Jingmo would scold him, saying, "Stop disgusting me."

The mere thought of it was enough to suffocate him.

But now, this person he thought hated him to the bone is actually complaining aggrievedly about why he hasn't contacted him.

What's the big deal?

Is he drunk, lost his senses, and started talking nonsense?

A strange sense of grievance and anger surged up Lu Er's head.

In those long six years, didn't Song Jingmo never contact him even once?

In the past, when the two of them had a falling out, Song Jingmo was always the first to apologize and coax her.

Why not try to comfort him this time?

"I……"

Lu Er had a lot to say, but before she could even begin, she saw Song Jingmo leaning back on the sofa, breathing evenly and deeply.

"!!!"

Lu Er felt a lump in her throat, staring at Song Jingmo's unguarded sleeping face, wishing she could wake him up.

But in the end, he sighed resignedly.

He bent down, trying to lift Song Jingmo up and put him on the bed to sleep.

The first floor is the living room and kitchen, the second floor is the guest room where Bai Zhi and Jiang Qingyan occasionally come to stay, and there is another room that is Leng Keyan's territory.

The third floor houses his master bedroom and a guest room that has been vacant for years. That guest room is always closed and lacks ventilation, so it probably smells musty.

Song Jingmo is a severe germaphobe. If he woke up and found himself lying in a dusty room, he probably wouldn't give him a pleasant look.

The relationship between the two was already strained; they couldn't afford any more unexpected events.

Lu Er gritted her teeth and used all her strength to half-drag and half-carry Song Jingmo to the third floor.

Song Jingmo looks thin, but he is actually quite heavy.

Lu Er was sweating profusely from exhaustion, and she was internally complaining: Did this person grow up eating weights?

After finally getting her onto the sofa in the bedroom, Lu Er was exhausted, like a dead dog.

Fearing that Song Jingmo would find the bed smelly, he painstakingly rummaged through the closet and pulled out a brand new set of bedding, then put it on with great effort.

After doing all this, they moved Song Jingmo to the center of the bed. They even thoughtfully adjusted him to a comfortable position and covered him with the blanket.

After finishing her work, Lu Er collapsed onto the carpet by the bed, staring blankly at Song Jingmo's peaceful sleeping face.

Moonlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, outlining Song Jingmo's handsome profile. His features were exquisitely sculpted, with smooth, flowing lines.

When someone is asleep, all their coldness and aloofness disappear.

It's kind of nice.

Yeah, just a tiny bit.

Lu Er wouldn't admit it, but if his mother had hired an ugly person to manage him back then, he would have made a scene long ago.

My heart started racing again without me even realizing it.

He cautiously moved closer and whispered in a very low voice to the sleeping person, "I went to look for you."

"I don't know where you went, and I don't dare to ask. The world is too big."

The only response he received was Song Jingmo's shallow breathing, which carried a faint smell of alcohol.

Lu Er chuckled self-deprecatingly, got up, quickly took a shower, and changed into a clean set of pajamas.

Back in the bedroom, after looking at the luxurious bed and struggling internally for three seconds, I finally walked to the sofa next to it with a tragic expression.

He didn't want to argue with Song Jingmo anymore, so to avoid misunderstandings, he could only make do with sleeping on the sofa tonight.

Although the sofa was spacious, it wasn't a proper place to sleep. With another person in the room, Lu Er tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

One moment her mind was filled with Song Jingmo's questioning, and the next it was that night six years ago.

I drifted off to sleep only when the sky began to lighten.

The next morning, Song Jingmo was awakened by his biological clock and a vague headache.

I opened my eyes and saw an unfamiliar, luxurious ceiling and huge floor-to-ceiling windows.

My memory went blank for a few seconds, then I sat up abruptly and looked around.

Minimalist modern style is definitely not his cold, austere bedroom with only black, white and gray tones.

My gaze was fixed on the sofa by the window, where Lu Er was curled up, covered only by a thin blanket, fast asleep.

Fragments of last night's memories are gradually returning.

Lu Er took him home. He seemed to ask something and then fell asleep.

Song Jingmo's temples throbbed as the discomfort of a hangover and immense embarrassment struck him simultaneously.

The bed was clearly large enough to comfortably accommodate three or four people, but Lu Er chose to sleep on the sofa.

Is she still bothered by that night six years ago, unable to accept even sleeping in the same bed?

Song Jingmo's heart sank, and an indescribable bitterness spread through him.

Just then, Lu Er's eyelashes fluttered a few times on the sofa, and she groggily opened her eyes.

Eyes facing each other.

When Lu Er recognized Song Jingmo sitting on the bed, she instantly snapped out of it. Like a startled rabbit, she almost tumbled off the sofa.

"Does your head still hurt?" He spoke rapidly, like a machine gun, trying to mask his panic with concern.

The bitterness in Song Jingmo's heart lessened slightly. She looked away and said, "It's alright, thank you for your help last night."

"No trouble at all, it's just a small favor."

Lu Er racked her brains to find a topic to talk about, "What do you want to eat? I'll have Bai Zhi bring breakfast over."

Song Jingmo looked down at his wrinkled white shirt with some disdain.

Lu Er knew this was her germaphobia acting up, and hesitated for a moment before asking, "Do you want to take a shower first? I have some new, washed clothes here that you haven't worn."

Song Jingmo was silent for a few seconds, glanced at his watch, and realized that it would be too late to go back to the hospital to take a shower and then return to work.

Looking up at Lu Er's soft and comfortable pajamas, a thought stirred within me.

"it is good."

Song Jingmo's voice was a little hoarse, "This is troublesome."

Lu Er breathed a sigh of relief for no apparent reason and quickly got up to go to the dressing room to find clothes.

Song Jingmo wanted to use his bathroom and wear his clothes, so... does that count as forgiving him?

Sitting on the bed, Song Jingmo watched Lu Er's busy figure, his eyes flickering slightly.