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

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the hotel's heavy curtains, playfully dancing on the tightly closed eyelids of the person on the bed.

Lu Er groggily turned over and instinctively reached for the bedside table. The moment her fingertips touched the cold casing of her phone, she instantly became more awake.

correct.

photo.

Dr. Song agreed to his compensation!

She sat up abruptly, her short, messy, cherry blossom pink hair disheveled from sleep, and eagerly opened WeChat.

In the pinned chat window, Song Jingmo's profile picture showed an unread message.

Her heart started pounding uncontrollably. Lu Er took a deep breath and opened the message.

The scene is Song Jingmo's bedroom, the light is dim, with the hazy feeling of early morning.

The camera didn't show her face, but focused only on her firm, well-defined abdomen.

Its skin is a cool-toned white, and its abdominal muscles are clearly defined, rising and falling slightly with its owner's gentle breathing.

The V-line was hidden at the edge of the loose pajama pants, exuding a restrained yet deadly sexiness.

The camera even mischievously and extremely slowly panned from top to bottom, showcasing the perfect texture and contours of the skin.

"hiss--"

Lu Er felt a surge of heat rush from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, and her cheeks instantly became so hot they could fry an egg.

This is blatant seduction, a psychological weapon.

Song Jingmo usually seems aloof, abstinent, and detached from worldly affairs, but how come he can be so irresistible when he starts flirting?

This high-definition, uncensored, and suggestive video made his blood boil more than any sweet words.

Lu Er felt her mouth was dry and her whole body was restless, and her body responded honestly.

Looking at those alluring abs on the screen, I couldn't resist reaching out my own hand.

Clumsy and haphazard, she tried to replicate the joy she felt when Song Jingmo took care of her last time.

However, they couldn't get the hang of it.

I didn't feel anything at all.

Not only did I not experience pleasure, but my eagerness and clumsiness caused me some pain, and the emptiness and anxiety in my heart grew stronger.

How could this happen?

It felt really good last time.

Looking at the videos on my phone and then at my own futile self-rescue efforts, a strange sense of frustration and a strong desire intertwined.

All I could think of were Song Jingmo's well-defined hands and his deep, hoarse breathing.

The more I think about it, the stronger the emptiness and longing become.

Lu Er felt extremely wronged, and her eyes were slightly red and misty with tears.

In a moment of impulsiveness, I immediately pressed the video call request.

The phone rang several times before being answered.

The screen lit up, revealing Song Jingmo wearing Patrick Star pajamas. His hair was a little messy, and his eyes still held the lingering sleepiness and fatigue of being woken up.

He had just finished his night shift and had been lying down for less than an hour.

However, when I saw the scene on the other side of the screen, my lingering sleepiness vanished instantly.

Lu Er sported messy, short pink hair, her eyes were red-rimmed, and her moist peach blossom eyes were filled with a thick mist of tears and lingering emotions.

Her eyes were reddish at the corners, and her lips were bitten until they were full and bright red.

She was like a flower wet with dew, eager to be picked, exuding a strong aura of passion.

Song Jingmo's heart tightened suddenly, thinking that he had eaten something unclean again, just like last time.

Her voice carried an unusual urgency and worry: "Er'er? What's wrong? Is it again...?"

"It's all your fault!"

Lu Er interrupted, her voice soft and sweet, sounding incredibly aggrieved, "She sent me those kinds of videos to seduce me, it hurts... and I can't even do it right, boohoo..."

Song Jingmo: "..."

After a couple of seconds of stunned silence, looking at the little darling on the screen who was crying because of unsatisfied desires, I was at a loss for words, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

So she wasn't drugged, but rather made to drool over a picture of his abs?

"You..." Before Song Jingmo could say anything, Lu Er's tears fell down with a "plop," and she cried even harder.

She accused him, both embarrassed and annoyed: "You're not allowed to laugh. I just want it... Please help me, like last time... I need your help..."

Her coquettish yet willful, self-righteous way of begging for pleasure, coupled with her tear-stained, alluring face, was simply setting fire to people's hearts.

Even through the screen, Song Jingmo could feel that burning, pure longing.

His Adam's apple bobbed uncontrollably, and the thoughts he had forcibly suppressed were stirred up again, like a spark falling into dry tinder.

The once cool and clear voice was now deep and husky, carrying an indescribable magnetism and allure, slowly coming through the receiver:

Okay. I won't laugh at you.

"Then... let's do it together."

These few words, like an electric current, struck Lu Er instantly, making him tremble all over.

Her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of her chest, and she obediently followed Song Jingmo's deep and clear instructions through the screen.

"Yes...that's it..."

"Ner, breathe with me..."

"Don't rush... take your time..."

"Relax, everyone..."

Song Jingmo's voice seemed to possess a magical power, piercing through vast distances and transforming into the most precise comfort.

Lu Er closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling, completely immersed in the blush-inducing atmosphere created by Song Jingmo.

Following Song Jingmo's rhythm, guided personally by those unseen hands...

At both ends of the video, the sounds of panting mingled, and the air was thick with an unspoken ambiguity.

Lu Er couldn't help but let out a satisfied sigh, tinged with tears, and collapsed onto the bed as if her bones had been removed.

Her cheeks were pressed against the cool sheets as she breathed softly.

It took me a while to catch my breath before I picked up my phone again.

On the other side of the screen, Song Jingmo had just calmed down and was looking at the person on the bed with deep eyes.

Lu Er hummed contentedly, her voice soft and sticky: "Song Jingmo...you're so good...I felt so uncomfortable doing it myself..."

"I'll need your help from now on..."

Looking at the person's languid and dependent appearance after being fed, Song Jingmo's eyes were filled with lingering lust and deep indulgence.

Her heart melted, and she whispered, "Mmm."

After chatting for a few minutes, Lu Er remembered her business and said with reluctance, "I might not be able to contact you for quite a while."

"Um?"

"The production team is going to film the last episode in Congo. I heard the signal there is really bad, and they might not even be able to send messages."

Lu Er's voice was a little softer, tinged with a mix of coquettishness and possessiveness, "You have to think about me every day, you're not allowed to see any other doctors or nurses, you can only think about me!"

Hearing the childish request, Song Jingmo's eyes softened with a gentle smile, and he solemnly replied, "Yes. I think about it every day."

"I only want you."