Chapter 215 Bell, Can We…

The kiss fell—urgent, heavy, carrying days of suppressed desire.

Lu Er soon felt dizzy from the intensity, his hands instinctively wrapping around Song Jingmo’s neck.

Song Jingmo’s hands slid under Lu Er’s hem, palms pressing against the skin at his waist.

Lu Er closed his eyes, responding to the kiss.

His hands fumbled to undo the ties of Song Jingmo’s clothes, but his fingers trembled, and he couldn’t manage it for a long while.

Song Jingmo chuckled lightly and undid the clothing himself.

Then he grabbed Lu Er’s hand and pressed it against his chest.

“Can you feel it?”

He asked during a brief pause in the kiss.

“What…?”

“Heartbeat,” Song Jingmo said. “Fast.”

Seeing Lu Er made his heart race.

Lu Er felt it.

Steady, strong, yet quick—like the beating of a drum.

“Dr. Song…”

“Hm?”

“My tail…”

One piece of clothing after another was removed and tossed onto the floor.

The crimson silk and dark sheets contrasted sharply, forming a messy pile at the bedside.

Lu Er helplessly reached to remove it.

The noise was loud; he really feared a complaint from the next room.

“No.”

Song Jingmo coaxed, “Leave it on—it sounds good.”

He bent down to kiss Lu Er’s collarbone: “Er Er is the best, loves me the most, right?”

After that, everything fell into chaos.

Sometimes Lu Er couldn’t resist pressing against it, but his hands were quickly held by Song Jingmo, fingers interlaced and pinned to the pillow.

“Don’t…”

Lu Er protested softly, “It’s too loud—we’ll get complaints…”

“The soundproofing is excellent. No complaints will come.”

Song Jingmo kissed his earlobe, “I love this sound. It’s so good. Don’t you like it?”

Lu Er couldn’t speak.

By the time things calmed down, it was nearly 2 a.m.

Lu Er was too exhausted to move his fingers, lying face down on the pillow with no energy even to stir.

Song Jingmo hugged him from behind, pressing a kiss to his fair shoulder.

“Tired?”

“Mm…”

His voice muffled, “My waist aches… we still have to film tomorrow afternoon.”

Song Jingmo’s hand traced his waist, massaging gently.

Lu Er let out a contented hum.

“Dr. Song…”

He turned with difficulty and looked at the chaotic scene, “What do we do now?”

Song Jingmo glanced at it calmly, “I’ll call housekeeping to change it.”

“Now?”

Lu Er instantly sobered, “It’s 2 a.m.—you’re going to call housekeeping for fresh sheets?”

“What else?”

Song Jingmo got up and picked up the bedside phone. “Or did you plan to sleep like this? With everything wet, the dryer definitely won’t fix it.”

Lu Er could only watch helplessly as Song Jingmo dialed the front desk.

As usual, he spoke calmly: “Hello, please send a fresh set of bedding to the room. Yes, now. Thank you.”

After hanging up, Lu Er shrank into the blanket, only his eyes visible: “So embarrassing…”

“What’s embarrassing about it?”

Song Jingmo pulled him out of the blanket. “Normal needs.”

“Who asks for a bedding change at 2 a.m.? What will people think of us…”

“Special circumstances.”

Song Jingmo remained expressionless.

Ten minutes later, the doorbell rang.

Lu Er jumped like a startled rabbit, grabbing a towel and rushing to the bathroom: “I don’t want to be embarrassed.”

Song Jingmo watched his fleeing figure, a trace of amusement in his eyes.

He tidied his pajamas before going to open the door.

Outside was a woman in her fifties, pushing a housekeeping cart.

Her face carried a professional smile: “Good evening, sir. Housekeeping.”

“Thank you.”

Song Jingmo stepped aside to let her in.

She moved efficiently, beginning the change.

Seeing the chaotic scene, she paused, surprised: “Oh my… this bed…”

Song Jingmo explained calmly: “The young one was playful. Sorry for the trouble.”

She remained professional and didn’t ask further, smiling: “It’s okay. Kids will be kids.”

After she left, Song Jingmo knocked on the bathroom door: “All done. Come out.”

Lu Er emerged, wrapped in a towel, cheeks still flushed.

Not sure if it was the steam or embarrassment, he glared sharply at Song Jingmo.

“Can’t you make a better excuse?”

He lifted his leg to kick. “Top student, and can’t even make up an excuse?”

Song Jingmo caught his ankle: “Then what should I say to make it reasonable?”

“You could say…”

Lu Er pouted angrily, “The lady must have been laughing inside…”

“Not at all,” Song Jingmo pulled him into his arms. “She’s seen everything.”

Lu Er kicked again in frustration: “Dr. Song, what’s in your head?”

“Only you. Stop fussing. Sleep.”

Lu Er sulked but finally obediently lay down.

Song Jingmo held him from behind, his hands around his waist, where the bell was still attached.

Lu Er suddenly remembered something.

“Oh, my brother called last night.”

Song Jingmo asked, “What about?”

“He said my mom…” Lu Er hesitated. “Her mood hasn’t been good lately… her condition seems to be worsening.”

Song Jingmo’s hands tightened.

“She was supposed to marry into the Lu family, but that fell through. Now she’s a joke in the circle. She’s so proud… she can’t handle it.”

Song Jingmo said nothing, just held him tighter.

“My brother said she’s been shutting herself in, seeing no one, not even doctors.”

Lu Er closed his eyes, snuggling into Song Jingmo. “I’m a bit… worried.”

“Do you want to go back and see her? Or do you need me to do something?”

Lu Er was silent for a long time.

“No, I don’t need you to do anything. I want to go back, but I don’t dare.”

Afraid of arguments, afraid Leng Qinghua would get angrier, afraid her condition might worsen because of her.

“Wait until this filming is done.”

Song Jingmo kissed his hair. “I’ll go with you.”

Lu Er looked up, watching him in the dim light: “Aren’t you afraid… she’ll say hurtful things?”

“Afraid,” Song Jingmo admitted honestly, “but I’m more afraid of you facing it alone.”

Lu Er felt his nose prickle.

He buried his face in his chest, murmuring, “Dr. Song, you’re so good to me.”

“Just speaking the truth.”

His hands stroked his hair. “You’re mine. Your matters are my matters.”

Lu Er turned in his arms to face him.

“Dr. Song.”

“Hm?”

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For… always being there.” He leaned forward, kissing his chin.

Song Jingmo looked at him, his eyes full of tender light.

“Don’t want to sleep? If not, we can do something else.”

“Sleep. I’m exhausted.”

Lu Er closed his eyes and settled comfortably in Song Jingmo’s embrace.

The bell jingled softly with her movements.