Chapter 86 Sleep, If You Keep Causing Trouble, We Won’t Go, Behave

Half an hour later, Song Jingmo spoke up: “It’s late. Go take a shower.”

Lu Er looked at him with wide, pleading eyes. “I don’t want to sleep alone in the secondary bedroom. It’s so empty… I’ll be scared.”

Song Jingmo stood up and walked into the secondary bedroom, efficiently carrying the clothes he had bought for Lu Er into the main bedroom’s dressing area.

Next to his own clothes, he cleared half of the space and neatly hung them all up.

A surge of joy welled up in Lu Er’s chest. Like a little mouse who had stolen some oil, he happily rushed into the bathroom to shower.

After finishing, with hair still dripping wet and wearing pajamas printed with an audacious Luffy design, he ran out.

Droplets of water slid down his neck into his collar, carrying the fresh scent of a just-finished shower.

Song Jingmo was already waiting with a dry towel.

He pulled Lu Er onto the sofa and gently wiped the wet ends of his hair, his movements tender.

Lu Er tilted his head, looking at his smooth jawline, and muttered softly, “Last time we came back from the airport, my hair was wet too, and you just threw me a towel…”

His tone carried a hint of grievance and a touch of holding a grudge.

Song Jingmo’s voice was calm and even: “Wiping hair is something only a boyfriend would do.”

Meeting Lu Er’s suddenly shining eyes, he continued, “At that time, I wasn’t your boyfriend, so I didn’t want to do it.”

“Boyfriend?” Lu Er seized the keyword, excitedly confirming, “You mean… you agreed to be with me? We’re officially dating now?”

“Mm.”

Lu Er could hardly believe it. “I’ve only been chasing you for one day! Dr. Song, are you really that easy to woo? Isn’t this too fast? It doesn’t seem challenging at all.”

Song Jingmo glanced at his silly expression, a trace of amusement flickering in his eyes. He reached out and flicked his forehead, his tone filled with helpless indulgence: “One day is already long enough.”

For him, having waited six years, enduring countless nights of torment, this single day was long enough to make up his mind not to let go.

After Song Jingmo finished his shower, Lu Er was still in an extremely excited state. With a rightful boyfriend lying beside him, how could he possibly sleep?

Lu Er, like a hyperactive little kitten, rubbed against Song Jingmo, poking his abs with restless fingers and touching his Adam’s apple.

Finally, he quietly climbed onto Song Jingmo’s pajamas, his eyes sparkling with a remarkable glow, full of an unspoken implication.

“Song Jingmo…” Lu Er’s voice was sticky and teasing. “Can we… do some things that only boyfriends can do now?”

Song Jingmo’s breath caught. He grabbed the mischievous hand, his voice hoarse: “Stop it. We still have a flight tomorrow.”

“Exactly because we’re leaving tomorrow, we need to cherish the moment even more.”

Lu Er pouted and leaned closer, planting a tentative, youthful, and passionate kiss on his lips.

Song Jingmo tensed for a moment, then took control, deepening the kiss. Their breaths mingled, the intimacy intensifying.

It was a kiss filled with clear aggression and possessiveness.

Lu Er was kissed dizzy, his hands and legs going soft, almost melting into the bed.

Just as he felt they could go further, Song Jingmo grabbed his hand that was attempting to explore, interlacing their fingers and pressing it to the pillow, ending the intimate kiss.

Song Jingmo rested his forehead against his, breathing heavily, his voice rough: “Don’t move… sleep.”

Lu Er was teased to the core by Song Jingmo’s extreme self-restraint and immediately felt aggrieved.

He clutched his arms and whined: “I can’t sleep… thinking about being apart tomorrow makes me sad…”

Song Jingmo looked at his reddened eyes, paused for a moment, and softly asked: “Then… do you want me to go with you?”

Lu Er thought he must be hearing things: “Go with me to Washington? Do you have that much leave?”

“Professionally, exposure comes with 28 days of medical observation leave,” Song Jingmo explained calmly. “I only took five days off.”

Lu Er, as if injected with adrenaline, exclaimed: “I’ll book your ticket right now!”

Watching him spin around like a happy little top, Song Jingmo leaned against the headboard, his eyes filled with tender amusement.

Finally, after the tickets were booked, Song Jingmo scooped the still-overexcited little rascal back into his arms, pressing him down: “Sleep. If you keep causing trouble, we won’t go. Behave.”

Lu Er immediately obediently closed his eyes, like a cat whose scruff had been grabbed, and soon fell into a deep sleep in the familiar embrace.

The next morning, Lu Er opened his eyes to see Song Jingmo already fully dressed, his luggage packed.

Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a soft golden glow on him, making Lu Er’s heart skip a beat at how handsome he looked.

They grabbed their suitcases and went downstairs; the chauffeured car was already waiting.

The door opened, and Lu Er was the first to hop in, cheerfully greeting Jiang Qingyan inside: “Good morning, Brother Qingyan!”

Jiang Qingyan glanced at the tall, elegant Song Jingmo behind Lu Er and nearly choked. Gritting his teeth, he said through clenched teeth: “You’re going to work, not on your honeymoon!”

Lu Er ignored him, laughing as he pulled Song Jingmo into the car, feeling so happy he could fly.

At 4 PM, the group arrived in Washington and checked into a luxurious five-star hotel.

Without so many paparazzi and fans abroad, Lu Er completely let himself loose. Holding Song Jingmo’s hand, he excitedly visited sights and tried local foods, even buying a bouquet of roses before returning to the hotel.

The next day, Lu Er had to promote a top-tier jewelry brand at a gala with Li Xinghua, Gu Jinzhou, Yan Huaijin, Cong Jinyue, and other popular celebrities.

Afraid Song Jingmo would be bored alone in the hotel, he insisted on bringing him to the event.

The gala was dazzling, with sparkling lights and clinking glasses.

Lu Er wore a light pink suit, his fair skin looking even more radiant, exuding a noble yet playful charm.

The brand-provided jewelry on his neck and wrists shone brilliantly under the lights, complementing him perfectly, as if he was meant to be surrounded by luxury.

Lu Er skillfully chatted with several members, delighting wealthy women who immediately purchased several sets of high-end jewelry.

Even quietly standing in a corner, Song Jingmo’s calm and outstanding aura drew many eyes.

Seeing this, Cong Jinyue raised his glass and walked over, a mocking smirk on his lips: “I wonder how much your monthly salary is?”

His gaze swept toward the dazzling Lu Er in the distance. “Enough to buy that three-hundred-million-worth Starry Sea set he’s wearing?”