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

Lu Er subconsciously turned her head away, avoiding the morning kiss, her cheeks slightly flushed.

Her voice was still hoarse from just waking up and a little shy: "No... I haven't brushed my teeth yet..."

Song Jingmo chuckled softly as he looked at the person's shy expression.

Instead of backing away, he moved even closer, his nose almost brushing against Lu Er's earlobe.

A warm breath brushed past: "I don't mind."

As she spoke, she reached out and gently placed her warm, dry palm on Lu Er's forehead, lingering for a moment.

"Hmm, no fever."

Song Jingmo's voice was low, carrying a hint of barely perceptible concern, "Are you... feeling unwell anywhere?"

Lu Er felt a warm glow in his heart from this tender care, and a subtle, bittersweet ache, carrying memories, emanated from a certain unspeakable part of his body, making his ears turn even redder.

His voice was so soft it was like a mosquito's hum: "Well... my butt hurts a little... but it's much better than it was six years ago..."

When the topic of six years ago came up, Song Jingmo's eyes softened instantly, filled with heartache and apology.

He tightened his arms, pulling her into his embrace, his chin resting on the soft top of Lu Er's head, his voice filled with regret.

"That time it was too rushed, we weren't prepared at all. And you were in such a hurry, I was also very inexperienced."

On that chaotic graduation night, fueled by alcohol and years of suppressed emotions, his actions were undoubtedly reckless and chaotic.

Lu Er, on the other hand, was still young and naive, only knowing how to passively endure. Thinking of this, Song Jingmo's heart clenched.

"I'm sorry, I made you suffer."

He kissed the person's hair and solemnly promised, "It won't happen again, I promise. Don't be afraid."

"I'm not afraid," Lu Er suddenly grasped the key word, abruptly raising her head, her beautiful peach blossom eyes filled with scrutiny and jealousy.

"Wait, you just said you were very unfamiliar with things six years ago?"

Lu Er tilted her head. "Then why aren't we awkward anymore? Dr. Song, did you have any relationships during those six years you were abroad?"

The more I talked about it, the more likely it seemed, and a sour feeling kept welling up inside me.

He began his interrogation, counting on his fingers: "How many times were you talked to? What kind of people were they? Was Liao Xubai among them?"

Thinking of Liao Xubai's face and his previous protection of Song Jingmo, Lu Er felt even worse.

Trying to appear magnanimous, she whispered to herself, "You're so outstanding, there must be many people who like you. Six years is a long time; it's perfectly normal for you to have a relationship..."

Despite saying that, her eyes involuntarily reddened slightly. Her voice choked with sobs, and her act of pretending to be sensible despite her obvious sadness broke Song Jingmo's heart.

"no."

Song Jingmo decisively interrupted the person's wild thoughts, cupped the person's face in his hands, and looked at him with honest and focused eyes, "Not even once."

"Liao Xubai is just a friend, nothing more."

"As for the emergency contact, it was set up by the doctor after that food allergy shock incident, just in case."

"I've been so busy since I got back to China that I didn't think about it. But after you were upset last time, I immediately changed my ways."

Song Jingmo took out his phone, opened the emergency contact settings, and handed it to Lu Er. "Look, it's you now. Only you."

Looking at her name and number on the screen, Lu Er's jealousy and grievances vanished instantly, replaced by a feeling of sweetness filling her heart.

She gave a haughty snort, but couldn't help turning up the corners of her mouth. She took the phone and checked it again before finally handing it back to Song Jingmo with satisfaction.

Song Jingmo hugged her and said earnestly, "Er'er, if anything makes you unhappy in the future, no matter how small, you must tell me, and I will definitely change."

Lu Er lay quietly for a while, then asked softly, "When I was rumored to be dating Ye Qingge, did you ever suspect me?"

Song Jingmo remained silent for a moment, then, without avoiding the question, frankly admitted, "I was afraid."

"Ye Qingge is very beautiful. You two spend every day together, and I'm not by your side. Besides, during that month, our contact became less and less frequent. I couldn't help but have some doubts."

Song Jingmo even candidly admitted his darkest corner of the heart, "I think, you're all young people. In that kind of environment, it's normal for something to happen."

He paused, his voice low and firm, "But I'd rather believe you. And I tell myself, even if something really is..."

"As long as you're willing to come back to me, I can forgive anything and pretend nothing happened."

This almost humble honesty made Lu Er's heart ache.

He never expected that someone as proud as Song Jingmo would feel such uncertainty and even compromise for him.

Lu Er hurriedly explained, "I was in Congo for over a month, and the conditions were terrible. The place I stayed didn't even have a decent bed; it was just a mat on the floor."

"I'm not used to the local climate yet. I've been sick for almost a week, vomiting and having diarrhea. I feel terrible."

She became increasingly aggrieved as she spoke, "The filming intensity there is so high, and there are all sorts of frustrating things happening every day. The cell phone signal is terrible, and we're under strict control by the production team."

"It's not that I didn't want to contact you, it's just that I wasn't feeling well myself, and I was afraid you'd worry if you knew, so I didn't tell you in detail."

As Song Jingmo listened to the person's tearful account, imagining the person suffering from illness in a foreign land, his heart ached beyond measure.

Reaching out, I gently pinched Lu Er's waist. No wonder she seemed much thinner than before; her skin felt even more slender.

"No wonder you've lost so much weight..."

Song Jingmo's voice was full of tenderness as he lowered his head and touched Lu Er's forehead with his lips. "Are you feeling unwell anywhere? Would you like to eat something?"

Lu Er's stomach growled at just the right moment. She buried her face in the pillow, embarrassed, and mumbled, "I'm hungry, but... I haven't washed up yet..."

Song Jingmo looked at the person, noticing the exposed, pinkish ear tips, and chuckled softly.

Her tone was indulgent and doting: "It's okay, you can eat first and then wash up. You used up so much energy last night, so replenish your strength first so you'll have the energy to wash up later."

As she spoke, she got up and got out of bed. Her silk robe was casually tied, revealing her beautifully shaped collarbone and fair chest.

However, his fair chest and neck were covered with conspicuous red scratches.

In particular, several lines, extending from the neck to the waist, are especially striking in the bright sunlight.

Lu Er ran her fingertips over the marks, her face flushing. "Does it hurt?"

Memories of last night flooded back like a tide.

When Lu Er gets emotional, she likes to unconsciously scratch his chest and back, and he enjoys his lover's loss of control.

Song Jingmo picked up Lu Er, blanket and all, and carried her to the dining room: "You still have the energy to care if I'm in pain? Looks like you're not tired enough."