Chapter 109 I’ll Personally Give You a Lesson

After climbing for more than two hours straight, even this group of usually fit medical staff was starting to feel the strain.

The head nurse found a gentle slope shaded by lush trees and called out, “Let’s rest here for half an hour. Eat something to recharge, and don’t wander off too far.”

Song Jingmo picked a clean spot near some low bushes and laid out a lightweight picnic mat from his backpack.

Lu Er took out the fruit, sandwiches, and energy drinks from his own backpack, neatly arranging everything, humming an off-key tune as he worked.

Yin Siyao naturally spread out his mat next to Song Jingmo, and a bit further along were Liao Xubai and Xiao Zhiyuan, who was trying to strike up a conversation.

Lu Er, naturally sensitive to heat, had a delicate face flushed pink. Tiny beads of sweat dotted his nose and forehead, sparkling in the sunlight, making him look especially lively and alluring.

Ignoring himself, he busied himself passing around washed strawberries, sliced oranges, and energy drinks to everyone.

A short distance away, another hiking group noticed them.

A few young men whispered among themselves, their gaze repeatedly landing on Lu Er. Finally, they nudged the tallest and most handsome among them to come over.

As soon as he got a closer look at Lu Er’s face, his eyes lit up, and he got a little flustered, struggling to speak coherently: “Are you really Lu Er? I’m not dreaming, right?”

“I’m your fan… could… could we take a photo together?”

Seeing the other person’s enthusiasm and realizing he was a fan, Lu Er had no qualms and readily agreed: “Sure.”

Upon hearing this, Yan Jinglan’s heart practically leapt. He immediately pulled out his phone and got close to Lu Er.

At first, they stood properly side by side and flashed a peace sign, but as the photos continued, his arm tentatively draped around Lu Er’s shoulders.

His head leaned closer, the pose growing increasingly intimate, his eyes revealing admiration and possessiveness almost without disguise.

From the moment Yan Jinglan approached, Song Jingmo’s brow subtly furrowed.

Especially when he saw Yan Jinglan almost half-encircling Lu Er in his arms, the fingers gripping his water bottle tightened slightly, and the air pressure around him visibly dropped.

Yin Siyao, sensitive to the chill emanating nearby, quietly scooted a little to the side.

Yan Jinglan took several photos, growing more enamored with Lu Er each time—finding him even more handsome than on screen.

Finally, gathering courage, he blushed and whispered, “Lu… Lu Teacher… um… could we add each other on WeChat? I… I want to be friends with you!”

At this point, even Lu Er, usually slow to catch on, realized the admirer’s intentions were not entirely innocent.

The commercial smile on his face faded slightly, and he calmly stepped back to create distance, pointing toward the icy-cold Song Jingmo beside him.

With a tone of helpless yet affectionate complaint: “I’m afraid that won’t work. My phone is monitored by my boyfriend—he doesn’t allow me to add people willy-nilly.”

“Bo… boyfriend?”

Yan Jinglan looked at Lu Er, then at the handsome but intimidatingly cold man beside him, and only then realized the hostile chill aimed at him.

His face flushed red, and awkwardly scratching his head, he said, “Ah… sorry, I didn’t know. I thought it was just hype on Weibo…”

Then he quickly slunk back to his own team.

As soon as he left, Lu Er immediately scooted over to sit beside Song Jingmo.

He gently nudged him with his elbow and asked softly, “Are you upset?”

Blinking with those slightly watery peach-blossom eyes, his tone was ingratiating: “At first, I really thought he was just a normal fan…”

Song Jingmo pressed his lips together, eyes downcast on the water bottle, silent.

He was well accustomed to Lu Er’s occasional obliviousness, but seeing it firsthand still made him feel as if his chest were stuffed with cotton—stifling.

The low-pressure aura radiating from him clearly said: I’m upset, and I’m not easy to appease.

Lu Er bit his lip, tugged at Song Jingmo’s sleeve, and tried small talk: “Ah, this mountain scenery is really nice…”

“I still have some of your favorite snacks in my backpack—want me to get them for you?”

But Doctor Song’s jealousy was unusually intense this time. From mid-mountain to the summit, Lu Er coaxed him tirelessly, nearly wearing out his lips, yet Song Jingmo remained cool and aloof.

At most, he would let out a faint “hmm” from his nose—a move guaranteed to exasperate.

Lu Er was exhausted—climbing the mountain and coaxing this proud, hard-to-please man at the same time.

That evening, everyone set up camp at a clearing on the mountaintop.

The dazzling stars hung low, almost within reach, creating an insanely romantic atmosphere.

Unfortunately, it was not yet nine, and many exhausted hikers crawled into their tents to rest.

Lu Er had little interest in stargazing, too, and dragged Song Jingmo into their tent—a small, private space.

“Still mad?”

He leaned in, the dim light casting a soft glow. Looking at Song Jingmo’s elegantly chiseled profile, his voice was soft and syrupy: “I was wrong.”

“Truly wrong. From now on, I’ll have eyes like a hawk, staying five meters away from any male creature with suspicious intentions.”

Song Jingmo still said nothing, but the tension in his jaw eased slightly.

Seeing this, Lu Er gained confidence and began his physical “fire-extinguishing” plan.

He reached out, lightly poking Song Jingmo’s cheek, then tracing down his neck to the collarbone, igniting sparks everywhere.

His little mouth kept babbling: “Don’t be mad~ See, I’ve admitted my mistake~ Our Song Jingmo is the most magnanimous~”

Song Jingmo’s breathing gradually grew heavier, and finally, he couldn’t resist—grabbing the mischievous hands, eyes dark.

Lu Er climbed on top, straddling him, hands around his neck, eyes wet and deliberately sweet and teasing: “Today I made my boyfriend mad, I deserve a thousand deaths.”

He lowered his voice, breath against Song Jingmo’s ear: “So… tonight, I’ll serve. You just enjoy, okay?”

Then he bent down, clumsily but passionately kissing Song Jingmo’s lips.

His hands wandered over him, attempting to prove his repentance through action.

An hour later, Lu Er was panting, sweating, exhausted.

Looking down at Song Jingmo, still energetic beneath him, he fell into deep self-doubt.

This… this isn’t like the movies!

He had tried so hard, yet the other seemed even more energized!

Seeing Lu Er’s “I’ve done my best” expression, a flicker of amusement finally appeared in Song Jingmo’s eyes.

With a swift movement, he reversed their positions, trapping the stunned Lu Er beneath him.

“Looks like,” Song Jingmo murmured, nose brushing Lu Er’s, voice low and dangerous, “the quality of service still needs improvement.”

“Tonight, I’ll personally give you a lesson.”