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

hotel.

Lu Er safely escorted Ye Qingge, who was feeling unwell, back to her room, told her to rest well, and then returned to her own suite.

After a whole night of running around, including fending off drinks and getting into fights, I'm feeling a bit tired.

But more than anything, it's a strong desire to hear a certain voice.

I sprawled on the soft bed, opened the pinned chat window, and typed furiously:

[The Universe's Number One Handsome Lu Xiao'er]: Dr. Song, Dr. Song! What are you doing? Working the night shift must be tough! [Cat peeking out.jpg]

[The Universe's Number One Handsome Guy, Lu Xiao'er]: Can we video chat? I miss you! [Pity][Pity]

After sending it, I held my phone, staring eagerly at the screen like a little animal waiting to be fed.

In the hospital's duty room, Song Jingmo had just lain down to take a short nap when her phone screen lit up.

Seeing those two messages eased some of the weariness in my eyes.

I sat up, turned on the bedside lamp, and the warm yellow light dispelled the chill of the duty room. Then I made a video call.

It was answered almost instantly.

Lu Er's handsome face, which was flawless even when zoomed in, immediately appeared on the screen, with a luxurious hotel suite in the background.

Her eyes were bright and sparkling, with a hint of barely perceptible nervousness and ingratiation.

"Song Jingmo!" As soon as the call connected, Lu Er couldn't wait to shout, her voice filled with excitement.

"Hmm." Song Jingmo responded, his gaze falling on Lu Er's face, where he clearly saw the weariness that Lu Er couldn't hide in the corners of her eyes and brows.

Lu Er observed Song Jingmo's expression and, seeing that he didn't seem angry or unhappy, breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Then confess proactively and strive for leniency.

"Um... Song Jingmo, I need to tell you something..."

Lu Er touched her nose, her eyes a little unfocused. "Just tonight, I got into a fight with that idiot Cong Jinyue."

"But I swear, it wasn't for Ye Qingge. It was Cong Jinyue who was so mean, he kept cursing at you. I just couldn't take it anymore, so... I slapped him."

Lu Er cautiously glanced at Song Jingmo on the screen, like a little dog who had done something wrong but felt it was right.

"I didn't post a clarification on Weibo because I didn't want to drag you into this. Cong Jinyue's fans can be terrifying when they go crazy, and I was afraid they would come and attack you."

Song Jingmo listened quietly, his face expressionless, but his eyes remained focused on Lu Er's face.

Without pressing for details about the trending topic or questioning Lu Er's words, she simply asked softly, "Does your hand hurt?"

Lu Er was stunned for a moment, then felt as if a firework had exploded in her heart, sweet and warm.

His doctor, Dr. Song, didn't blame him for fighting; instead, she asked him if his hand hurt.

Lu Er immediately switched into her dramatic persona, raising her right hand in front of the camera and whining, "It hurts, it hurts so much! Look, it's all red, you have to make it up to me."

Song Jingmo asked cooperatively, "What kind of compensation do you want?"

Just as Lu Er was about to make an outrageous demand, her gaze was suddenly drawn to the clothes Song Jingmo was wearing.

"Wait!" Lu Er's eyes widened instantly as she pointed at the screen. "Why are you wearing my Conan pajamas? They're my favorite!"

Song Jingmo looked down at his pajamas, his expression perfectly natural, and stated calmly, "I missed you, so I took your pajamas to wear."

A simple sentence, without any fancy words, yet it was like an arrow that pierced Lu Er's heart with pinpoint accuracy.

How could his Dr. Song be so capable!

"Ahhh!" Lu Er pounded the bed excitedly on the other end of the screen, "You're missing me so much you're starting to miss me everywhere you look!"

A faint blush crept up Song Jingmo's ears: "Mmm."

Lu Er was bubbling with happiness. Her previous affectation about her hand hurting vanished instantly, replaced by even more wicked thoughts.

She licked her lips, her eyes fixed on Song Jingmo like little hooks, and lowered her voice, seductively saying, "Dr. Song~ I want to see... um... the abs under his pajamas!"

"Take it off and show it to me right now, as compensation!"

Song Jingmo: "..."

Looking at the lecherous little wolf with gleaming eyes on the screen, Song Jingmo sighed helplessly and rubbed his temples.

His tone was indulgent yet somewhat amused: "This is the hospital's on-call room."

He paused, then added the fatal blow, "There's surveillance."

Lu Er deflated instantly, like a punctured balloon.

With a face full of unsatisfied desire, she looked at Song Jingmo with a mournful expression, "Then go home and take it off for me to see, in high definition and without any censorship, the kind that minors can't watch."

Looking at the person's pitiful yet audacious expression, Song Jingmo could no longer hide the smile in his eyes, which finally spread out slightly.

He replied softly, "Okay. We'll talk about it when we get home."

"Now, go to sleep like a good girl."