Chapter 96 Mm. Thinking of You Every Day

Sunlight peeked mischievously through the thick hotel curtains, hopping across the tightly closed eyelids of the person in bed.

Lu Er stirred groggily, turning over and habitually reaching for the bedside table. The instant his fingers touched the cold surface of his phone, he was half-awake in an instant.

Right.

The photo.

Doctor Song had promised him compensation!

He shot upright, messy sakura-pink short hair tousled from sleep, and eagerly opened WeChat.

At the top of the chat, Song Jingmo’s avatar showed an unread message.

His heart raced uncontrollably. Lu Er took a deep breath and opened the message.

The screen showed Song Jingmo’s bedroom, dimly lit, bathed in the hazy light of early morning.

The camera didn’t show his face, focusing only on the tight, well-defined abs.

The skin was cool-toned white, muscles sculpted and subtly rising with each breath.

The “Adonis line” peeked out just above the waistband of loose sleep shorts, exuding a kind of restrained yet lethal sexiness.

The camera even teasingly panned slowly from top to bottom, revealing every perfect contour.

“Shh—”

A heat shot from Lu Er’s feet straight to his head, and his cheeks instantly felt hot enough to fry an egg.

This was pure seduction, a mental nuclear weapon.

Song Jingmo usually seemed aloof and unattainable, but when he wanted to tease… it was lethal.

This high-definition, suggestive, uncut video made his blood surge more than any words of love ever could.

Lu Er felt his mouth go dry, his whole body restless, and his body responded honestly.

Staring at the enticing abs on the screen, he instinctively reached out.

Clumsily, chaotically, he tried to replicate the pleasure Song Jingmo had given him before.

But it was futile.

No sensation at all.

Not only was there no pleasure, but his impatience and clumsiness made it a little painful, and the sense of emptiness and frustration inside him grew stronger.

How could this happen?

Last time it felt so good.

Looking at the video, then at his own ineffective attempts, a strange mix of defeat and craving twisted inside him.

His mind was filled with images of Song Jingmo’s knobby, elegant hands and the deep, hoarse gasps.

The more he recalled, the stronger the emptiness and desire became.

Lu Er felt utterly wronged; his eyes reddened, misted with tears.

In a moment of impulse, he pressed the video call button.

The phone rang a few times before it was answered.

The screen lit up: Song Jingmo wearing Patrick Star pajamas, hair messy, eyes still groggy and tired from being woken up.

He had just finished a night shift and had been lying down less than an hour.

Yet the sight on the screen made the remnants of his sleep vanish instantly.

Lu Er’s messy pink hair framed his reddened eyes, misted with lingering desire.

The corners of his eyes were flushed, lips bitten into a full rosy curve.

He looked like a flower soaked in dew, ready to be picked, radiating overwhelming sensuality.

Song Jingmo’s heart tightened; he worried Lu Er had eaten something bad again.

His voice carried rare urgency and concern: “Er-Er? What’s wrong? Did you—again…”

“It’s all your fault!”

Lu Er’s voice broke, soft and sticky, utterly aggrieved. “Sending that kind of video to tempt me… I feel terrible… and I can’t do it myself, sob…”

Song Jingmo: “……”

He froze for two seconds, staring at the little ancestor crying from unmet desire, torn between laughter and exasperation.

So it wasn’t poison—it was his abs that made him cry from longing?

“You…” Song Jingmo started, but Lu Er’s tears fell with a “plop,” crying even harder.

Shy yet indignant, he accused, “Don’t laugh. I just want it… help me, like last time… I need you to help me…”

This combination of delicate stubbornness and confident pleading, with a tear-streaked, flushed face, was a direct strike to the heart.

Even through the screen, Song Jingmo could feel the heat of that pure desire.

His Adam’s apple rolled uncontrollably, and long-suppressed thoughts were ignited like sparks on dry wood.

His normally cool voice was now deep and hoarse, carrying an irresistible magnetic seduction:

“Okay. I won’t laugh at you.”

“Then… let’s do it together.”

Those few words were like an electric current, sending shivers through Lu Er.

His heart raced as he obediently followed Song Jingmo’s low, clear instructions through the screen.

“Yes… just like that…”

“Er-Er, breathe with me…”

“Don’t rush… slowly…”

“Er-Er… relax…”

Song Jingmo’s voice seemed magical, penetrating the distance, becoming the most precise comfort.

Lu Er closed his eyes, long lashes trembling, completely immersed in the blush-inducing, heart-pounding atmosphere Song Jingmo had created.

Following the rhythm, guided by unseen hands…

On both ends of the video, gasps intertwined, the air thick with undeniable tension.

Lu Er let out a cry of satisfaction mixed with sobs, collapsing onto the bed like all his bones had been drained.

His cheek pressed against the cool sheets, breathing softly.

After a while, he picked up the phone again.

On the other side, Song Jingmo had just calmed his breathing, eyes deep as he watched Lu Er on the bed.

Lu Er hummed contentedly, soft and sticky: “Song Jingmo… you’re amazing… I can’t do it myself… it doesn’t feel good at all…”

“I’ll always need you to help me from now on…”

Song Jingmo looked at him, lazy and dependent after being satisfied, eyes full of lingering desire and indulgence.

His heart melted completely, and he replied softly: “Mm.”

After a few words, Lu Er remembered the serious matter, voice tinged with reluctance: “I might not be able to contact you for a while.”

“Hm?”

“The production team is going to Congo for the final episode. I heard the signal there is really bad, might not even be able to send messages.”

Lu Er’s voice softened, carrying affection and possessiveness: “You have to think of me every day. No other doctors or nurses—only me!”

Hearing his childish request, Song Jingmo’s eyes softened with a gentle smile, and he solemnly replied: “Mm. Thinking of you every day.”

“Only you.”