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

The candlelight flickered, illuminating the silhouettes of the embracing couple.

Lu Er sat comfortably on Song Jingmo's strong lap, her cheek pressed against his warm chest.

She tilted her head slightly, blinked her watery, peach-blossom eyes, and asked softly, "It's been over three months, how were the test results?"

Song Jingmo reached out and gently rubbed Lu Er's delicate cheek with his fingertips: "The result is very good."

Looking into Lu Er's bright eyes, a meaningful smile curved his lips.

His voice was low and seductively magnetic: "That's why I can bully you without any restraint."

The last few words were spoken almost directly into his ear.

The hot air sprayed out, causing Lu Er to tremble slightly.

However, upon hearing this, Lu Er was not overjoyed; instead, her lips trembled.

He stretched out his index finger and poked Song Jingmo's hard chest in a fit of anger.

He muttered a complaint under his breath: "The result was good, but you've been giving me the runaround all this time?"

"You only ever take a small bite, leaving me feeling unsatisfied. Are you not interested in me, which is why you never give me any?"

Lu Er found Lu Er's words increasingly reasonable, and her eyes even reddened, making her look exactly like a neglected little wife.

Song Jingmo pinched the man's messy fingers: "You just came back from Africa and went through what happened with Ye Qingge. You haven't rested for dozens of hours, so your body is at its most exhausted."

"I'm worried you're overworking yourself. Strenuous exercise can be too much for your body. Don't worry about it."

She lightly flicked Lu Er's nose as she spoke, "Who's in a bigger hurry? Hmm? More anxious than me?"

Lu Er turned around and sat face to face on Song Jingmo's lap, wrapped her arms around his neck, and buried her face in the crook of his neck.

His voice was muffled, with a slight sob: "Song Jingmo, you're so kind."

Recalling the painful experience six years ago, she couldn't help but complain, "Six years ago, I was sick for more than a week, and my whole body ached. My mother even misunderstood and thought I was having an affair, so she kicked me out of the house and scolded me for a long time."

He was young at the time, and it was his first time experiencing something like that. He also had a high fever afterwards.

I was scolded by my mother without even knowing what happened. The feeling of grievance and helplessness still makes my heart ache when I think about it now.

Lu Er spoke vaguely, but Song Jingmo understood, and a sharp pain shot through his heart.

He held the person in his arms tightly, his voice filled with regret and heartache: "I'm sorry, Er'er. I was such a jerk back then, I didn't notice you weren't feeling well."

He was so enraged by Lu Er's words about being "straightforward" and the bank card that he lost his temper and only cared about hurting her with cold words, completely unaware of Lu Er's abnormality.

Looking back now, Lu Er's pale face and occasional discomfort at the time were not entirely due to guilt and fear.

"Why didn't you tell me you were sick?" Song Jingmo's voice was terribly hoarse, filled with deep self-reproach. "If you had just asked, even if it was just a little coquettishness, I would have forgiven you for anything."

At that age, liking someone is just that unprincipled.

Lu Er's voice trembled with tears: "I was terrified by you back then. You called me disgusting. I thought I had defiled you, and I felt so sorry for you. How could I dare to contact you again?"

"I don't feel defiled," Song Jingmo closed his eyes and rested his chin on the top of the other person's head. "I'm furious about that bank card. I feel like you're trying to get rid of me with money, like paying for prostitution."

Looking back now, I realize how foolish and arrogant I was.

Someone who would never buy you a bottle of water normally was willing to take out their card to make amends. Wasn't this the most clumsy way Lu Er could think of to show her care and apologize at that moment?

"I deeply regret my youthful arrogance and ridiculous pride back then. Because of that pitiful sense of self-esteem, I trapped myself in loneliness for six years."

"If I had another chance, I would definitely take your card. Then I would shamelessly pester you and cling to you. If one day isn't enough, I'll do it for a month, and if a month isn't enough, I'll do it for a year."

"One day, I'll be able to seduce you."

The last sentence was almost spoken by Song Jingmo while biting Lu Er's earlobe, carried with a burning heat and an undeniable possessiveness.

Lu Er's heart pounded and her body went weak at these words, and all her sadness and grievances were long forgotten.

Her eyes glistened with tears, carrying a captivating allure. She leaned in and nuzzled Song Jingmo's nose with her own, her voice soft and sweet.

With a blatant invitation: "Then... Dr. Song... why don't you seduce me now?"

These words were like a spark, instantly igniting Song Jingmo's long-suppressed desire.

His eyes suddenly darkened like ink, churning with astonishing desire and deep affection.

Without any further hesitation, he scooped Lu Er up in his arms and strode towards the bedroom.

The moment her body sank into the soft mattress, Lu Er's heart pounded so hard it felt like it was about to burst out of her chest.

Song Jingmo's tall frame loomed over him, and his burning kisses rained down on him, carrying an irresistible blend of strength and tenderness.

Lost in a daze, Song Jingmo slightly propped himself up.

His breathing was heavy, and his voice was hoarse beyond recognition: "Er'er, where did you put the things?"

Lu Er blushed bright red when asked the question, her eyes darted away, and her toes curled up.

She buried her face in the pillow, her voice barely audible: "Why are you asking me... something like this..."

Song Jingmo chuckled at the ostrich-like reaction, his tone indulgent: "You stayed home today, preparing a candlelight dinner, taking those kinds of photos... wasn't that what you were preparing?"

Lu Er: "!!!"

I was so ashamed and indignant that I wanted to die.

I felt like a shrimp that had been peeled, its bright red color exposed to the air.

Lu Er pointed randomly to the drawer of the bedside table.

Song Jingmo opened the drawer, but her movements as she closed it again were extremely gentle, patiently coaxing her.

"Er'er, I love you."

Song Jingmo asked again and again, his voice restrained yet gentle, "Is that alright?"

Lu Er tilted his head back and kissed the man's Adam's apple.

This action made Song Jingmo abandon his final attempt at self-control, and he placed his large palm on Song Jingmo's bare back.

Lu Er involuntarily arched her body, and tears welled up in her beautiful peach blossom eyes, her long eyelashes sticking together wetly.

This instinctive reaction made Song Jingmo chuckle softly.

"Ner-Ner... has been very well-behaved these past six years~"

There was only him, no one else.

So innocent and naive, I really love it.

Lu Er sobbed, her fingers weakly gripping the sheets beneath her.

It was already pitch black outside the window. Song Jingmo picked the person up and asked, "Would you like something else to eat?"

The food I ate tonight has long been burned off by four hours of exercise.

Lu Er was so tired that she didn't even want to move her fingers, and buried her face in Song Jingmo's sweaty neck, crying.

He whimpered softly, "I want to take a shower... go to sleep... I'm so tired..."

Song Jingmo affectionately kissed his lover's sweaty forehead and reddened eyes, and said softly, "Okay, I'll carry you to take a bath."

The next morning, Lu Er woke up with aches and pains all over her body.

She groggily opened her eyes, only to be surprised to find that Song Jingmo hadn't gone to work as usual. Instead, he was sitting on the edge of the bed, quietly reading a book.

"Song Jingmo?" Lu Er's voice still carried the hoarseness and languor of indulgence. "Why didn't you go to work?"

Song Jingmo put down the book in his hand, his eyes gentle, and reached out to tidy the messy hair on the other person's forehead: "I was afraid you wouldn't feel well, so I took two days off to stay home with you."

Lu Er felt a sweet warmth in her heart, but she habitually complained, with a hint of coquetry: "I'm not that delicate."

Song Jingmo readily changed his tune, a smile playing on his lips. He leaned down and lightly pecked the other's lips, whispering:

"Okay, it's me who doesn't want to go to work."

"I just want to stay home with my little darling."